Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

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

In Watts, a **** wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, free your mind
We stay off them ice cream trucks
All my **** it, hustlin' bucks

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

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' 'bout my days

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

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

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

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

I used to eatin' polly seeds and chico 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' my first piece of ****, yeah

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 'bout 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 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 five shots and he ain't his soul
I was livin' with a man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could never see

And to all my dead homies, we pour out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss ****"
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 memories of Eazy and
California, we all we got, we got, we got

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 'bout my ghetto days

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 a damn thing changed

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

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like
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 '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

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