Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West for life
and die for this shit

Yeah, I was young livin' life on the run
11 years old, real life, no
Sneakin' little in the cut
I'm takin' lil' in the cut

Before they called me Kurupt
Ridin' the blocks I'ma tell you how I grew up
I was in the mix, too young for sticks
Ty, tell 'em that Watts experience

In Watts, a couldn't wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free mind
We fallin' off them ice cream trucks
All my nickel-baggin' it, hustlin' bucks

You could catch me in the middle of the
with my **** Porky
And as I take you down my lane
I'm 'bout my ghetto days, let 'em know

Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

I ain't change ****, I'm just
**** bein' broke I'm filthy
Got a problem with me holla at me, I'll be back in six
I'm on the road gettin' my up

And I remember all the soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside I die, c'mon

I got a lot of rider in me, I was
Couple older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm gettin' up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

was crackin', doin' that they got Schwinns
On watchin' all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, 'cause all I see
like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

I used to love eatin' polly and chico sticks
me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them used to hold us down on the block
'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

Truth is, I ran away when I was 5 old
Ran 'til my had holes in the soles
I had silk shirts, two pair of Girbauds
the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes

Mom's me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his
I was livin' with a blind man's
And no matter how I tried, I could never see prison

And to all my dead homies, we pour out liquor
We just our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my days
it was Coca-Cola or straight coke we found a way
Hey, and the of Eazy and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and
All my **** used to at me
But now, I'm on top of my
But now, and ain't a damn changed

From ghetto superstar to
All my locked down got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the

Listen, sweet ladies, how you act like that?
It's your boy, holla back, back
So let me take you down my memory
Reminiscin' my ghetto days, ohh girl

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto