Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

Let me take you to the wicked wicked
Where them niggaz carry chrome and the die
Where we push up in the corners that we for
from the shores breeds gangsters and Vice Lords

Bustin' pistols while we from the five, oh
Hit the adversaries up because we slow

Oh, I'm a killa mayne, standin' on these
for my denim mayne and if you try to move
Soon as I one shot
I'ma let the tec and desert eagle non-stop

If I have to I'll commit a murder to maintain
Tell me what you thought I'm a city
Where they gang bang and I got that thang

Get it you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle hard and work your way up you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the flyest shit in
Bet you within a week you'll be to get a pound

Go ahead and drop you can whip on 24s to get
Gettin' paper make me like

Let me see all of my come up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my riders up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers up in Houston
Let me see all of my come up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Now let me you to the motherfuckin' Southside
City of the chrome, get shot up for standin'
Don't talk no shit or you can end up on prime
My nigga Ty Nitti be holdin' down the

That's where the lurks, I done been out there
Seen them niggaz put in blood
When I'm in the 100's you can smell the scent of purple
These niggaz always gettin' in they inner circle

with 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil quick to put the mask on
Then they gotta put the mash on, steady bustin' at other
I take a tool and bust my strap and out, "Free my brother"

Bitch ass motherfuckers, I'm about to 'em out
If they hit me before get me I'ma take 'em out
If we successful we gon' a blunt and cruise home
Introduce him to his new charger with no shoes on 'til the haters on

In to set up now, gotsa hold the block down
paper make me feel like

Let me see all of my come up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my come up in Brooklyn
Let me see all of my come up in the Bay

Let me see all of my killers come up in
Let me see all of my come up in ATL
Let me see all of my come up MIA

Now let me you to the motherfuckin' projects
Where the true thugs and the members of the mob at
Know somebody, better call them out or try to tell them
When they tell you, you from? when they catch you on the elevator

The lurkin', niggaz serve in pissy hallways
Can't say shit 'cause they be gettin' all day

parked out front, chillin' with a hat cocked to the left
In the with the glock cocked smokin' a blunt
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and some hoes a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the cops come to hold the work
He got that duty so they do nothin' to me

Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me like

Let me see all of my gangsters come up in
Let me see all of my hustlers come up in
Let me see all of my riders up in the Bay

Let me see all of my come up in Houston
Let me see all of my bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Yeah, oh six shit
For all the real niggaz and to ride to
Not none of that ol' lame ass, metaphoric ass, ol' shit
This of that real shit, that Chi-Town shit
That gangster shit, fool, bitch