Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my 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 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 gettin' my money up

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

I got a lot of rider in me, I was
Couple 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', doin' that 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 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
'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

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
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto 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
Spent the night at 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 how hard I tried, I could never see prison

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

I when I used to say I wanna rap and sing
All my **** 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
Stay strong, 'cause we 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 take you my memory lane
'bout 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 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 days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days