Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and pushin stuff
Arguing with my cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, 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 and them from the Magazine Street camp
up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete craps

You think you know, but you really don't have no
Listen to discography of E40, real for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear
with my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, funkin all the
I the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a of butter and some milk
the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this music off the ground high ass expectations
Took a little and patience, a little faith in God
To a long story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and in the loop
In case you didn't know, I told you once 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