Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

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

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

You could catch me in the middle of the
Slapboxin' my **** Porky
And as I take you down my lane
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my 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 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 just
**** bein' broke I'm filthy
Got a with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my up

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

I got a lot of rider in me, I was
years older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle army, the old folks love 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 Dana's, 'cause that's all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I

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

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

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

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

Damn, I my ghetto days
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 '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' '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 damn changed

From superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people down got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it easy
home, 'cause we miss 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 ghetto days, ohh

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' 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 days

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