Luyện nghe bài hát Back In Da Day

A changes, and love changes
and friends become strangers
A thug changes, and love
(yo, uh)

Can it be, that i stayed for too long?
Did i leave your mind when i was
Baby ain't no need to I aint actin live
I'm like a young-ass from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)
But you don't me, the industry for years been trying to kill me
Me and my niggas in the cracks like roaches
Always runnin the Raids when the cops approaches
Man my style is too ferocious
Been spitting potent for years, that's why I overdoses
Now I'm gonna you how it all began
Before
all of them
I'm a tell you how they tried to me
How my city betrayed me, me fuckin go crazy
Made me carry the AK in the back my base

This so cold
I'm a let you
You can't get with tryin to steal my flow

In eighty-eight I set up shop detroit had shock
Kid never rode a bike down my block
Homie the Clown?
And about the time ICP put it down
Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and
I was at the Disk, bank with Gregg Riley
Even though we was movin units day
gots no love or radio play
Maybe I won't pay payola
Known in the streets for moving yoca
Me and my brother, to get up out the ghetto
Take care of my mother, cause I her
It was no hip hop shops or battles
a city full of snakes that rattle
Remember "Sugar is sugar and is salt"
If they didnt sell records, its not my
I used to watch the scene Natt Morris
I dedicate to Detroit, now I'm a sing the chorus

So high you cant get it
So high you get over it
So low why i'm holding it
So low thats why i'm it

up
A real learn to take orders
So his game is still pulled through in the quarter
I know you believe that you've all been decieved
Its like a girl sayin her real but its a weave
is a style
is an age
She lives across 8 mile, but still can get
the fetus, please believe this, word to Jesus
I got niggas the blowoff in they freezers
Facts is and fictions fictions
If you cant the heat stay up out the kitchen
I remember droppin Hellter
Before Night, I could of burned down the shelter
We was bumpin Dre
Representing Detroit way before you Dr. Gay
All my underground up at c Notes
mic spitting wicket shit that we wrote
There wasn't no East to West
Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los.

This so cold
I'm a let you
You get away with trying to steal my flow