Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Days

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

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

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

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

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

But Westside niggas is the craziest
Summertime on the grind, let me shine, let me shine
Roll with this shit, I'm cold with this in my prime
Nigga done time and I dropped a motherfucking dime

Be smart, fresh is all you need
First thing first, 'cuz, stop smoking cess
You are you smoke, nigga stop 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, days ahead

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That's real, I feel your pain
I used to be just you nigga
I got off in this rap shit
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 went out and got my own ya me?
So from me to you, man to man better days ahead my

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