Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West for life
Live and die for this

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

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

In Watts, a couldn't wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, free your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice trucks
All my nickel-baggin' 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' 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 reminiscin' my ghetto 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 problem with me holla at me, I'll be 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 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 gettin' up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big homies
I want Dana's, that's all I see
That's like the Army, with 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 us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my piece of ****, yeah

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' 'bout my ghetto

Truth is, I ran when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my And-1's had in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two pair of
Spent the at Boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes

left me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five and he ain't lose his soul
I was livin' a blind 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 scared of gang-bangers, walked to in groups
Argued who was the MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I my ghetto 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 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

I when 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 a damn thing changed

From ghetto to Coca-Cola
All my people 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?
your baby boy, holla back, back
So let me you down my memory lane
Reminiscin' 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' 'bout my ghetto

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