Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

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

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

You could me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my Porky
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' '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

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

And I remember all the young in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' 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 rider in me, I was
Couple years older, 14 and drinkin'
'bout Uncle 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 Sundays all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, that's all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I

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

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
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto 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 night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his

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

And to all my dead homies, we pour out liquor
We just poke our 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 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' '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

I remember 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 a damn thing changed

From ghetto superstar to
All my people locked down got but love for ya
strong, 'cause we know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the

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

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' 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

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