Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole swimmin in a fallopian
To a on my soil, a stand up type a dude
I was brought up in the crack game dealin and that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we loved eachother so
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the real tuff
Strikin and scootin them Novas and them Chevrolet stepside
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them 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 yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps

You think you know, but you don't have no idea
Listen to discography of E40, real talk for
ago, way before I even had a career
I got my nickname on the for drinking hecka beer
And never letting the older up in my hood pump 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 than a spine
gimme nothing, I'ma work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, all the time
I thank the Lord for me the gift to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and milk
Around the corner from the spot where all the dealers
Trials and tribul-i-zations, me and my
Tryin to get this off the ground with high ass expectations
Took a little and patience, a little faith in God
To make a long story short, look at me now
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 didn't know, I told you once before
I ain't rapping too fast, see y'all just listening too
I paved the way for the independent
The they mimick me, but don't wanna gimme mine