Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

Yeah, when I was young livin' on the run
11 years old, life, no goals
Sneakin' sips in the cut
I'm lil' hits in the cut

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

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

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

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

I ain't change ****, I'm just
**** broke **** I'm filthy
Got a with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my up

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

I got a lot of in me, I was thinkin'
Couple older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang bang

was crackin', doin' 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 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 first piece of ****,

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

Truth is, I ran away when I was 5 old
Ran 'til my And-1's had in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two of Girbauds
the night at Boo's 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 livin' with a blind man's
And no matter how hard I tried, I never see prison

And to all my dead homies, we pour out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to 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 and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

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
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 laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my
But now, and a damn thing changed

ghetto superstar to Coca-Cola
All my locked down got nothin' but love for ya
strong, 'cause we know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we 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
'bout my ghetto 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 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 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 days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days