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 game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing my folkers cause we loved eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block tuff
and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them from the Magazine Street
Posted up thumbtacks, talking on faulty big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag fulla Tic
In the mean time, in between time, in my spare time raps
In the front yard, in the driveway, on the shootin craps

You think you know, but you really have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real talk for
Moons ago, way before I even had a
I got my on the turf for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older cats up in my hood fear
Funkin my own soil, listen here
Jealous cause we had all the and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm tryin to climb, game sharper a porcupine spine
gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot echo through the ghetto, funkin all the time
I thank the Lord for 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 ass expectations
Took a little and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long short, look at me now sahob
I'm doing it chubby like the checker, like the soup
A de- a decade and a half and in the loop
In case you suckers didn't know, I told you before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all listening too slow
I the way for the independent grind
The industry they mimick me, but don't gimme mine