Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West Coast for
Live and die for shit

Yeah, I was young livin' life on the run
11 old, real life, no goals
Sneakin' sips in the cut
I'm lil' 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 young for
Ty, 'em 'bout that Watts experience

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

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

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

I change ****, I'm just busy
**** 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 tryin' to gang bang
Slang a bag screamin' 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'
years older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that got Schwinns
On watchin' all the big homies spin
I Dana's, 'cause that's all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I

I used to love eatin' seeds and chico sticks
me jump 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
Reminiscin' 'bout my piece of ****, yeah

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

Truth is, I ran when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my And-1's had holes in the
I had three silk shirts, two 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 five shots and he 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 dead homies, we pour out liquor
We just 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 or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto
it was Coca-Cola 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 '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 reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

I when I used to say I wanna 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 thing

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

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

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 ghetto

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' my ghetto days