Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

Before they even called me
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 for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, free your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice trucks
All my **** it, hustlin' bucks

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

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

I ain't ****, I'm just 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 young soldiers in the tryin' to gang bang
a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, '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 love 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 want Dana's, 'cause all I see
like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

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 them hoodrats to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my first of ****, yeah

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 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 And-1's had holes in the
I had three silk shirts, two pair of
Spent the night at house, we was sharin' his clothes

left me out in the cold
Worse than that my man five shots and he ain't lose 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 don't pour out
We poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in
Argued who was the MC, Ice Cube 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' 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 'bout my ghetto days

I remember I used to say I wanna rap and sing
All my **** used to 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 it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we you on the streets

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

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 'bout my ghetto 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' '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