Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

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

You think you know, but you really don't have no
to discography of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way I even had a career
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up in my hood pump
with my own soil, listen here
Jealous we had all the broads and all the gear
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 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 and some milk
Around the corner from the 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 and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, at me now sahob
I'm it chubby like the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and still in the
In case you didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see just listening too slow
I paved the way for the independent
The industry they mimick me, but don't wanna mine