Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

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

You think you know, but you really don't have no
Listen to discography of E40, real for real
ago, way before I even had a career
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen
Jealous cause we had all the broads and all the
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game than a porcupine spine
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 giving me the gift to spit rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of and some milk
Around the corner the spot where all the dealers dealt
and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get music off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a little and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now
I'm doing it like the checker, chunky 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 ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine