Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And I remember all the soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how feel
I'm reppin' black and pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon

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

Crenshaw was crackin', that they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big spin
I want Dana's, 'cause 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 chico
me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my first piece of ****,

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 'bout my ghetto days

Truth is, I ran away I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my had holes in the soles
I had three shirts, two pair of Girbauds
Spent the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his

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

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

Damn, I miss my ghetto
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight 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 ghetto

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

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

Listen, ladies, how you gonna 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 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' 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