Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West Coast for
Live and die for shit

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

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

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

You could me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my ****
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' 'bout my 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 holla at me, be back in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my up

And I all the young 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 black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon

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

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

I used to love 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 first of ****, yeah

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 'bout my ghetto days

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

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

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

Damn, I miss my days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or 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 reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

I remember when I used to say I 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 down got nothin' but for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we you on the streets

Listen, sweet ladies, how you act like that?
your baby boy, holla back, back
So let me take you my memory lane
Reminiscin' 'bout my days, ohh girl

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 ghetto

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