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 game and pushin that stuff
Arguing my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and the rollers, grippin the block real 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, talking on faulty big
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 concrete craps

You think you know, but you really don't no idea
Listen to of E40, real talk for real
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my nickname on the for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up in my pump fear
Funkin with my own soil, here
Jealous we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper than a porcupine
gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the for giving me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some
Around the corner from the where all the dealers dealt
and tribul-i-zations, me and my peopl-i-zations
Tryin to get this music off the ground with high ass
Took a little and patience, a little faith in God
To make a story short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby the checker, chunky like the soup
A de- a decade and a and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I 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