Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

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

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

A of bread, a stick of butter and some milk
Around the corner from the spot all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
to get this music off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a little 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 like the
A de- a decade and a and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just too slow
I paved the way for the independent
The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme