Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

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

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

You could catch me in the of the street
Slapboxin' my **** Porky
And as I you down my memory lane
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, let 'em

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 change ****, I'm just
**** 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 bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how 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 and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle Jam's army, the old folks me
I'm just up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' they got Schwinns
On watchin' all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, 'cause all I see
That's like the Army, 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 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' my ghetto days

Truth is, I ran away when I was 5 old
Ran 'til my had holes in the soles
I had silk shirts, two pair of Girbauds
the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' 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 hard I tried, I could never see

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

Damn, I miss my days
Whether it was 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' 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' my ghetto days

I remember I used to say I wanna rap and sing
All my **** to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my
But now, and ain't a damn changed

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

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

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' '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 reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto