Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a
I was brought up in the crack game and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block tuff
Strikin and scootin them and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
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 between time, in my spare time writin
In the yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps

You you know, but you really don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real for real
Moons ago, way I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for hecka beer
And letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin my own soil, listen here
cause we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a spine
gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, funkin all the
I the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and 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
a little time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and in the loop
In case you didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see just listening too slow
I paved the way for the grind
The industry mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine