Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
West Coast for
Live and die for this

Yeah, when I was young livin' on the run
11 old, real life, no goals
little sips in the cut
I'm lil' hits in the cut

Before they called me Kurupt
Ridin' down the blocks I'ma 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
barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind
We fallin' off them ice cream trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, hustlin'

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

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

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

I ain't change ****, I'm busy
**** 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 young soldiers in the hood tryin' to bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' money a thing
For real, I exactly how y'all feel
I'm black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon

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

Crenshaw was crackin', 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 eatin' polly seeds 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
Reminiscin' 'bout my first of ****, yeah

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

Truth is, I ran when I was 5 years old
Ran my And-1's had holes in the soles
I had three shirts, two pair of Girbauds
Spent the at Boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes

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

And to all my dead homies, we don't out liquor
We just poke our out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
Argued who was the MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto
Whether it was or straight coke we found a way
Hey, and the memories of and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

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

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 a damn thing changed

ghetto superstar to Coca-Cola
All my locked down got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it ain't
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 my memory lane
Reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, ohh

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

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

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