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 game dealin and that stuff
Arguing with my folkers we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street
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 shootin craps

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

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 this music off the ground with high ass
Took a time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, chunky the soup
A de- a decade and a half and still in the
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you once
I ain't too fast, see y'all just listening too slow
I paved the way for the grind
The industry they mimick me, but don't gimme mine