Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack game and pushin that stuff
Arguing my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them 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, on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
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 really have no idea
to discography of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking beer
And never letting the older up in my hood pump fear
Funkin my own soil, listen here
cause we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, funkin all the
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit rhyme

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