Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
Coast for life
Live and die for shit

Yeah, when I was young life on the run
11 years old, real life, no
Sneakin' little in the cut
I'm takin' hits in the cut

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

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

You could me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my Porky
And as I take you down my lane
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 days

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

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

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

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

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

I used to love eatin' polly seeds and 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' '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
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

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

Mom's me out in the cold
than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his soul
I was with a blind man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could see prison

And to all my dead homies, we don't out liquor
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 Coca-Cola or straight coke we 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 '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' my ghetto days

I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and
All my **** to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my
But now, and a damn thing changed

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

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

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