Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up type a
I was brought up in the crack dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
In the mean time, in time, in my spare time writin raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin

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

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk
Around the corner from the spot all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a faith in God
To make a long story short, at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky the soup
A de- a and a half and still in the loop
In case you didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the grind
The industry mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine