Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

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

You think you know, but you really don't have no
to discography of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I had a career
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the cats up in my hood pump fear
with my own soil, listen here
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 me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some
Around the from the spot where all the dealers dealt
and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the with high ass expectations
a little 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, like the soup
A de- a and a half and still in the loop
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