Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Days

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

I was only eight then, hadn't to the Penn
Just a nigga on the front of a swing
football up in Powly High
Too young to ride but still Eastside

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

Same Dogg channel, same Dogg
Only the will survive 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 this while we cruising
And Eastside niggas is the

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

Be smart, fresh is all you need
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 hard on a G, that's what all say
But somehow someway, days ahead

Freddy's 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 for a minute then compare
I love confetti, I always stay
Keep some killers by my side and some riders by the
I'm to do now, who now, you now

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

Tragically and fatalities
And all of funny ass niggas coming after me
My grand pappy 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 a slug in his head
Cold way gotta learn his lesson
Slow down and go down, shit you now

Be smart, fresh start is all you
First first 'cuz, stop smokin' 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 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 ahead, yeah
Better ahead

That's real, I feel your pain
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 thing I did do
I ain't beg a nigga for nothing or ask a nigga for nothing
I out and got my own ya feel me?
So from me to you, man to man better days my nigga

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