Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

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

In Watts, a **** wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice cream
All my **** it, hustlin' bucks

You catch me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my ****
And as I take you down my lane
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my 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 change ****, I'm just busy
**** bein' broke I'm filthy
Got a problem with me holla at me, be back in six months
I'm on the road my money 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 exactly how y'all
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside I die, c'mon

I got a lot of in me, I was thinkin'
Couple years older, 14 smokin' and
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle Jam's army, the old folks me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang [Incomprehensible]

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

I used to love eatin' seeds and chico sticks
Watch me jump up in the 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 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 reminiscin' 'bout my days

Truth is, I ran when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my And-1's had holes in the
I had three silk shirts, two 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 blind vision
And no how hard I tried, I could never see prison

And to all my homies, we don't pour out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss ****"
We scared 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 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 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

I when I used to say I wanna rap and sing
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 people locked got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the

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

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' 'bout my 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' '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