Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West for life
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' lil' in the cut

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

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

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

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
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my 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 hood to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' ain't a thing
For real, I exactly how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside I die, c'mon

I got a lot of rider in me, I was
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 gang bang

was crackin', doin' that 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 love eatin' polly seeds and chico
me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to us down on the block
'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

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

Mom's left me out in the
than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his soul
I was with a blind man's vision
And no how hard I tried, I could never see prison

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

Damn, I miss my ghetto
Whether it was 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' 'bout my ghetto
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

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

From superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got nothin' but for ya
Stay strong, we know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the

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

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' 'bout my 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

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