Luyện nghe bài hát Betta Days

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

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

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

Same Dogg channel, same Dogg
Only the will survive in 99
So much drama and dillusion, my is confusing
Drippin' on my memories, off my music

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

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

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

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

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

Eddie 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 with a face of stone
the life of Al Capone or Don Coroleone

Tragically casualties and
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 never really what he said
Until my motherfucking took a slug in his head
way nigga gotta learn his lesson
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 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 a better way
You got to make a way
Yeah, you got to a better way
Better ahead, yeah
Better ahead

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

You know, but one I never 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 ahead my

Shit, keep the faith and get hustle on
'Cause get mine regardless
Nigga whether I'm rapping or on the
I have it, my baby boy don't understand it
You gotta it