Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Days

Celebrate, grab a drink and put a in the sky
Worldwide, it's 1999
Shit out of control, sign of the
I ain't had this fun since '79

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

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

Same Dogg channel, Dogg time
Only the strong 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
Here's my number girl don't you lose it
It's in this motherfucker while we cruising
And Eastside is the shadiest

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

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

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

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

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

Tragically casualties and
And all of funny ass niggas coming after me
My grand pappy sat me on his lap and he said
Sonny get money 'fore you end up dead

I never really understood he said
Until my motherfucking Dogg took a slug in his
Cold way nigga learn his lesson
down and go down, shit you know now

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

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

That's real, I feel your nigga
I used to be like you nigga
I got off in this rap shit
Shit, did anything to get a dollar

You know, but one thing I did do
I ain't never beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for
I went out and got my own ya me?
So from me to you, man to man better days my nigga

Shit, keep the and get your hustle on
'Cause I'ma get mine
Nigga whether I'm or on the streets
I gotta have it, my baby boy understand it
You gotta it