Luyện nghe bài hát Different World

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

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

grass stains on my jeans and scuffed up knights
I was like, "Fuck school, I goin' to class"
Easy money in the street, I was rolling with
Never good at but I knew 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, in those days, I was a moon walker
With a picture of my shorty of my school locker

I had shit, I always had it all
We used to with guns, we used to play ball
I used to pump crack, in school I paid
I was a head, I used to always listen

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

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

Fourteen and watchin' me on raps on forty inch screens
I learned how to my hat, sag my jeans
Wanted a piece, thought that'd be fresh
Me and my brother used to those shits
Straight off necks

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

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

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

We turned bitches out, I used to love hoes
We wore hand me downs, I always had new
I to stay 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 move to the East to get all of my respect and my
To tell the truth, the only thing I really left is the
All of my friends the same, we 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 wasn't goin' back to the

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

Remember the first I hit the bong, I was doin' it wrong
us some months till my high was gone
They we showed you how to up dutches, then it was on
Now we all across the county 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 head, I used to always listen

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