Luyện nghe bài hát Different World

Yeah, yo, I up in the projects of QBC
I grew up in the lap of where chickens love for me
I used to watch Sesame
I used to watch the D's play in the
Plus I couldn't wait to squeeze my first

I used to pray to God I went to sleep every night
Same time I was kissin' them dice, hittin' my twice
Holdin' hammers the heat out with nice
Same time I was cap guns on BMX bikes

With grass stains on my and scuffed up knights
I was like, "Fuck school, I goin' to class"
money in the street, I was rolling with that
Never good at math but I how to add up cash

I to win at the spelling bee's, my education was proper
My wanted me to be a lawyer, a doctor
I was smooth talker, back in those days, I was a moon
With a of my shorty inside of my school locker

I never had shit, I had it all
We to play with guns, we used to play ball
I to pump crack, in school I paid attention
I was a head, I used to always listen

We turned bitches out, I used to love hoes
We wore me downs, I always had new clothes
I used to stay bent, I couldn't my liquor
Its kind of bugged out, two different stories in one

Yo, the year of high school my parents noticed me slippin'
cigarettes, skippin' class, catchin' detention
Every night all I heard was freeze, niggaz bagged by the D's
And some pissed, I got a

Fourteen and me on teeny raps on forty inch screens
I how to tilt my hat, sag my jeans
Wanted a [Incomprehensible] piece, that'd be fresh
Me and my brother used to yank those
off people's necks

Summertime, River Park at 1 2 fifth
Stickin' kids with my identical
If I could go back in time, I take you with me
Show you what its like to a lifestyle so risky

I put in work in rhymes and
While you was puttin' work in the
It's bugged out, whoever would have that we'd meet
But its this rap shit that this whole package complete
They put us in the studio and put these raps to beat

I never had shit, I had it all
We to play with guns, we used to play ball
I used to crack, in school I paid attention
I was a head, I used to always listen

We turned bitches out, I used to love them
We hand me downs, I always had new clothes
I used to bent, I couldn't hold my liquor
Its kind of bugged out, two stories in one picture

I'm West Coast, I'ma rap it
But I had to to the East to get all of my respect and my cheddar
To tell the truth, the only thing I really left is the
All of my the same, we always kept it together

Picture this, shook one, drop the on top
Now Im rollin' to state with shows nonstop
Seen the Hav and P was gettin' off the top
All for hip hop, I goin' back to the block

My man introduced me to you Nitty and G.O.D
me to the studio to play music for Hav and P
You can't forget my dunns Noyd and
I was a nobody, they showed me love, me they got me

Remember the time I hit the bong, I was doin' it wrong
us some months till my high was gone
They we showed you how to roll up dutches, it was on
Now we rollin' all across the with hit songs

I never had shit, I had it all
We used to play with guns, we to play ball
I used to pump crack, in school I paid
I was a hard head, I to always listen

We turned bitches out, I to love them hoes
We wore me downs, I always had new clothes
I used to bent, I couldn't hold my liquor
Its kind of out, two different stories in one picture