Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
West for life
Live and die for this

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

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

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

You could catch me in the middle of the
Slapboxin' my **** Porky
And as I take you my memory lane
I'm reminiscin' 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' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days

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

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' money a thing
For real, I know exactly how feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die,

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

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that they got
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 and chico sticks
me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us down on the
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' 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 away when I was 5 old
Ran 'til my And-1's had in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two of Girbauds
Spent the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his

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 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 were scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or

Damn, I miss my ghetto
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 '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' '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 to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got nothin' but for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it easy
home, 'cause we miss you on the streets

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

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' 'bout my days

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

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