Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a on my soil, a stand up type a dude
I was up in the crack game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers we loved eachother so much
and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside
Me and my Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in time, in my spare time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete craps

You think you know, but you really have no idea
to discography of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka
And never letting the older up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, here
cause we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine
gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for me the gift to spit this rhyme

A of bread, a stick of butter and some milk
Around the from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this music off the with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a faith in God
To make a story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it like the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and still in the
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too
I paved the way for the grind
The they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine