Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a tube
To a fixture on my soil, a up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them 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, talking on faulty big
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time writin
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the shootin craps

You think you know, but you really don't have no
Listen to of E40, real talk for real
ago, way before I even had a career
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And letting the older cats 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 nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones 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 and some milk
the corner from the spot where all the dealers dealt
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this music off the 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 doing it chubby like the checker, chunky like the
A de- a and a half and still in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you before
I ain't rapping too fast, see just listening too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me, but don't gimme mine