Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
Coast for life
Live and die for shit

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

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

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

You could catch me in the middle of the
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 reminiscin' my ghetto 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 'bout my ghetto days

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

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

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

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that 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 to love eatin' polly seeds and chico sticks
Watch me up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my 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 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

Truth is, I ran away I was 5 years old
Ran my And-1's had holes in the soles
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 five shots and he lose his soul
I was with a blind man's vision
And no matter how I tried, I could never see prison

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

Damn, I my ghetto 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 reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto
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 'bout my ghetto days

I remember when I to say I wanna rap and sing
All my **** to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my
But now, and a damn thing changed

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

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

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' 'bout my ghetto

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