Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Days

Celebrate, grab a and put a blunt in the sky
Worldwide, nigga 1999
Shit out of control, sign of the
I ain't had this much fun '79

I was only then, hadn't been to the Penn
Just a nigga on the front of a swing
Playin' up in Powly High
Too young to ride but it's Eastside

Homicides didn't happen much, wasn't rappin' much
It's 99 nigga, shit, I know you up
motherfuckin' yeah, nigga wanna see the end
So next year we can do it all

Same channel, same Dogg time
Only the will survive in 99
So much drama and dillusion, my conclusion is
on my memories, twisted off my music

Tryin' to make my people do things, oh yeah we do's it, we it
my number baby girl don't you lose it
It's smoky in this motherfucker we cruising
And Eastside niggas is the

But them Westside is the craziest
Summertime on the grind, baby let me shine, let me
Roll with this shit, I'm with this shit in my prime
Nigga done time and I never dropped a motherfucking

Be smart, fresh is all you need
thing first, 'cuz, stop smoking cess weed
You are what you smoke, nigga hating
That's why you broke and why we celebrating
But life's so hard on a G, that's they all say
But somehow someway, better days

Freddy's dead and Betty Eddie's a Fed
Sweaty in bed a nine to his head
And he fuckin' with this rat that he met up in dance
Betty gettin' mad 'cause wanna share

But at how you livin' for a minute then compare
I confetti, I always stay ready
Keep some killers by my and some riders by the telli
I'm to do now, who now, you now

Eddie ready when they drew that, boo yow
Two down, just one gun
My nigga, and who said wasn't no fun
I sit in the zone with a face of stone
Live the of Al Capone or Don Coroleone

casualties and fatalities
And all kinds of funny ass coming after me
My pappy once sat me on his lap and he said
Sonny get your money 'fore you end up

I never understood what he said
Until my motherfucking Dogg took a in his head
way nigga gotta learn his lesson
Slow and go down, shit you know now

Be smart, start is all you need
First things first 'cuz, stop cess weed
You are what you smoke, my nigga hating
That's why you and that's why we celebrating
But so hard on a G, that's what they all say
But somehow someway, you got to a better way

You got to make a way
You got to a better way
Yeah, you got to make a way
Better days ahead,
Better ahead

That's real, I feel pain nigga
I used to be just you nigga
Before I got off in rap shit
Shit, did anything to get a dollar

You know, but one I never did do
I never beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for nothing
I went out and got my own ya me?
So from me to you, man to man better days ahead my

Shit, keep the faith and get hustle on
'Cause I'ma get mine
Nigga I'm rapping or on the streets
I have it, my baby boy don't understand it
You gotta it