Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass 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 that
with 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 Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and Black
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on faulty big
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
In the mean time, in 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
Listen to discography of E40, real for real
ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the turf for drinking hecka
And never letting the older cats up in my hood pump
Funkin with my own soil, listen
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, I'ma for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the gift to spit this

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some
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 time and patience, a little faith in God
To make a 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 suckers know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine