Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a
I was brought up in the game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we eachother so much
Ditchin and the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and from the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big
Motorola, A1 yola, bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin

You think you know, but you really don't have no
Listen to discography of E40, real for real
Moons ago, way before I had a career
I got my nickname on the for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin my own soil, listen here
Jealous we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, and grind
Hot echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk
Around the corner from the spot all the dealers dealt
and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the ground with ass expectations
Took a little and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you before
I rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the independent
The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme