Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

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

In Watts, a **** couldn't for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free mind
We stay fallin' off them ice trucks
All my **** 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 reminiscin' 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

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

And I remember all the soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a
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 in me, I was thinkin'
years 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]

Crenshaw was crackin', that they got Schwinns
On Sundays 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 to love eatin' polly seeds and chico sticks
Watch me jump up in the to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us down on the
'bout my first 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' 'bout my ghetto
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

Truth is, I ran away 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 left me out in the
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his
I was livin' with a blind man's
And no matter how hard I tried, I never see prison

And to all my homies, we don't pour out liquor
We just poke our out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in
who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my days
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' '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

I remember when I used to say I rap and sing
All my **** to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my
But now, and ain't a thing changed

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

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

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 ghetto
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

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