Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West for life
and die for this shit

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

Before even 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 'bout Watts experience

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

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

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

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

Crenshaw was crackin', that they got Schwinns
On Sundays all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, 'cause all I see
like the Army, with 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 hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

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' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 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 silk shirts, two of Girbauds
Spent the night at house, we was sharin' his clothes

Mom's me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five and he ain't lose his soul
I was livin' a blind 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 just poke our chest out and say, "We y'all ****"
We were of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto
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 ghetto

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

I remember when I 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 superstar to
All my people locked got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, we know it ain't easy
Come home, we miss you on the streets

Listen, sweet ladies, how you act like that?
It's your baby boy, back, back
So let me take you my memory lane
Reminiscin' 'bout my days, ohh girl

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 ghetto

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