Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Days

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

I was only eight then, been to the Penn
Just a nigga on the front of a swing
football up in Powly High
Too to ride but it's still Eastside

Homicides didn't happen much, niggas wasn't 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, Dogg time
Only the will survive in 99
So drama and dillusion, my conclusion is confusing
on my memories, twisted off my music

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tragically 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 you end up dead

I really 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, fresh is all you need
First things first 'cuz, smokin' cess weed
You are what you smoke, my 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, you got to make a way

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

That's real, I feel pain nigga
I used to be like 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 ain't never beg a for nothing or ask a nigga for nothing
I went out and got my own ya me?
So me to you, man to man better days ahead my nigga

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