Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass tadpole swimmin in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up a dude
I was brought up in the crack dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, 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 Ivory and from the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, bag fulla Tic Tacs
In the time, in between time, in my spare time writin raps
In the yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps

You think you know, but you really don't no idea
Listen to discography of E40, talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my nickname on the turf for hecka beer
And letting the older cats up in my hood pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen
Jealous we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, sharper than a porcupine spine
gimme nothing, I'ma work 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 loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk
the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get music off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a faith in God
To a long story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a and a half and still in the loop
In you suckers didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all listening too slow
I paved the way for the grind
The industry they me, but don't wanna gimme mine