Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the real 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 thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete craps

You think you know, but you don't have no idea
Listen to of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my nickname on the turf for hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up in my pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, here
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk
the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this music off the ground with ass expectations
a little time and patience, a little faith in God
To a long story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a and still 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 they me, but don't wanna gimme mine