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 livin' on the run
11 years old, real life, no
Sneakin' little in the cut
I'm takin' lil' 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 that Watts

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

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

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' 'bout my ghetto

I ain't change ****, I'm just
**** bein' broke **** I'm
Got a problem me holla 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 tryin' to bang
Slang a nickel bag money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how y'all
I'm reppin' and brown pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon

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

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

I used to love eatin' polly seeds and chico
Watch me jump up in the 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 days

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

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

Mom's me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his
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 don't pour out
We poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to in groups
who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I my ghetto days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight we found a way
Hey, and the memories of Eazy and
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 'bout 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

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

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

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