Luyện nghe bài hát From the Ground Up

Testin',
It's game orienfested, size vested
K-Cizee, JoJo, boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw
And Stevens, AKA, Charlie Hustle
Hey Todd, you on? Am I on?

The foundation was laid years ago
I built a whole empire in stereo
Got a leaf clover representin' the Bay
Oakland, Frisco, Vallejo, and EPA

We the shit together, let's keep it that way
From all the way to San Jose
We in a new era for ten you made hits
So what's up We still the shit, beotch

How you think I got this pot belly,
Shet a was hungry, I had an appetite
Just like a lie to my people that's up in the struggle
Motherfuckers tryin' to bubble, niggaz of slangin'

Barney Rubble, gettin' in and fuckin' up
Parole got me makin' my piss in a cup
cold, that's why I got a few bucks, I put up
From sellin' greens, in some vending machines
the ground up

We started with nothing nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn us from the bottom we started
We started with nothing from we made something
Nobody really a damn about us from the ground on up

From the up, here go some details
This verse right was made, said strictly for the females
Don't y'all know it's for y'all to blow up like Napalm
of sellin' Tupperware and Avon

Get your business license, go on and put the in the pot
Tell your to get your baby daddy to buy you a nail shop
Or a beauty saloon, since he come to be the biggest
With methamphetamine and heroin balloons

Six police pulled me laid a nigga on the ground
Searched my car real good I know you know what found
I had the trunk, of that junk, X-Rated lyrics, laced with the funk

No doubt, I was just to flood the streets
Big boxes full of with them dope fiend beats
Two white boy groupies, mad as
men makin' mail, couldn't take him to jail

We with nothing from nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn us from the bottom we started
We started with nothing from nothing we something
Nobody gave a damn about us from the ground on up

I spent sixteen hundred makin' to mack
my niggaz gold ropes and his Cadillac
I was broke to with, didn't give a fuck
Couldn't tell me Dawg wasn't comin' up

When motherfuckers roll by bumpin' your
It you feel good like when you bust a nut
Now I'm a and can't get enough
Forty tell em how it is way too tough, Short

When I started rappin', motherfuckers would cap
That nigga fake he sound Woody Pecker on crack
Niggaz, would laugh and say, "I rap too fast way then"
But now I be catchin' all of motherfuckers tryin' to sneak
My old style in

And that's a compliment 'cause I ain't on the money
What about the money? What the money?
Ask me, sheeit, I think there's money up in this bitch
For all of us, we can Sasquatch pimp the without a doubt
All we gotta be is 'bout our route

We started with nothing nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn about us the bottom we started
We started with from nothing we made something
Nobody really gave a damn us from the ground on up

real, Too Sheezee, Ant Banks, Forty Fonzarelli
K-Ci and my nigga,
We all come the ground up, beaotch

Right from the bottom to the top the ground up we never stop
from the bottom to the top, we never stop
Right from the bottom to the top from the ground up we never
from the bottom to the top, we never stop

Never stop, no we will stop, baby
We never stop, we will, we will never stop
We will never stop from the ground up, the ground up
From the ground up, no, from the ground up, from the up
the bottom to the top, baby, baby baby baby baby, baby, baby