Luyện nghe bài hát Fallin' Rain

From a small ass little tadpole in a fallopian tube
To a fixture on my soil, a stand up a dude
I was brought up in the game dealin and pushin that stuff
Arguing with my folkers cause we eachother so much
Ditchin and dodgin the rollers, grippin the block real
Strikin and scootin them and them Chevrolet stepside trucks
Me and my brother Dennel, Kevin, Dalon, and
Little Ray, Billy, and Ivory and them the Magazine Street camp
Posted up like thumbtacks, talking on big backs
Motorola, A1 yola, glad bag Tic Tacs
In the mean time, in time, in my spare time writin raps
In the yard, in the driveway, on the concrete shootin craps

You you know, but you really 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 turf for drinking beer
And never letting the older cats up in my hood fear
Funkin with my own soil, listen
Jealous we had all the broads and all the gear
Up the ladder I'm to climb, game sharper than a porcupine spine
Don't gimme nothing, work for mine, try and grind, grit and grind
Hot ones echo through the ghetto, all the time
I thank the Lord for giving me the to spit this rhyme

A loaf of bread, a stick of butter and some
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 ground high ass expectations
Took a little time and patience, a 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 and a half and still in the loop
In case you didn't know, I told you once 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 wanna gimme mine