Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Days

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

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

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

Same Dogg channel, same time
Only the strong will in 99
So drama and dillusion, my conclusion is confusing
Drippin' on my memories, twisted off my

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's real, I feel your nigga
I used to be just you nigga
Before I got off in this rap
Shit, nigga did 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 out and got my own ya feel 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
whether I'm rapping or on the streets
I gotta have it, my baby boy understand it
You gotta it