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 up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the real tuff
Strikin and scootin them and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
In the mean time, in between time, in my time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the shootin craps

You you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real talk for
ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking beer
And never letting the cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, here
Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game than a porcupine spine
Don't nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, all the time
I thank the Lord for 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 high ass expectations
Took a time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky the soup
A de- a decade and a half and in the loop
In case you suckers know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just too slow
I paved the way for the grind
The industry they me, but don't wanna gimme mine