Luyện nghe bài hát Back In Da Day

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

Can it be, i stayed away for too long?
Did i leave mind when i was gone?
ain't no need to pretend I aint actin live
I'm like a Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)
But you don't feel me, the for years been trying to kill me
Me and my niggas stay in the cracks like
Always from the Raids when the cops approaches
Man my is just too ferocious
spitting potent dope for years, that's why I overdoses
Now I'm tell you how it all began
Eminem
Before all of
I'm a you how they tried to play me
How my betrayed me, made me fuckin go crazy
Made me carry the AK in the back with my

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

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

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

up
A soldier learn to take orders
So his game is still through in the fourth quarter
I know you cant that you've all been decieved
Its like a girl sayin her hairs but its a weave
is a style
is an age
She lives 8 mile, but still can get gauged
Kill the fetus, believe this, word to Jesus
I got niggas with the in they freezers
Facts is facts and fictions
If you cant take the heat stay up out the
I remember Hellter Skkkelter
Devils Night, I could of burned down the shelter
We was Awesome Dre
Representing Detroit way before you Dr. Gay
All my underground niggas up at c
Open mic spitting shit that we wrote
wasn't no East to West Coast
Just Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ B and Los.

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