Luyện nghe bài hát The Come Up

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

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

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

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

Get it you want it cop a fo' and then split
Hustle and work your way up 'til you holdin' a brick
Cop an ounce of this 'dro I got the shit in town
Bet you within a week be able 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 gangsters up in Chi-Town
Let me see all of my hustlers 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 bitches up in ATL
Let me see all of my niggaz up MIA

Now let me take you to the motherfuckin'
City of the chrome, get up for standin' outside
Don't no shit or you can end up on prime time
My nigga Ty be holdin' down the nine-nine

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

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

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

In to set up shop now, hold the block down
paper make me feel 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 come 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' projects
Where the true and the elite members of the mob at
Know somebody, call them out or try to tell them later
When they you, where you from? when they catch you on the elevator

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

parked out front, chillin' with a hat cocked to the left
In the ride with the glock cocked smokin' a
300Z with the Lamborghini do's and hoes with a big ol' project booty
And the beat kinda hot but the wanna come to hold the work
He got that duty so they can't do to me

flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' make me feel like

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

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

Yeah, some oh six
For all the real niggaz and bitches to to
Not none of that ol' ass, metaphoric ass, ol' goofy shit
This some of that shit, that Chi-Town shit
gangster shit, fool, Twista bitch