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 livin' life on the run
11 years old, real life, no
little sips in the cut
I'm takin' lil' 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, 'em 'bout that Watts experience

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

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

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 reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

I ain't change ****, I'm just
bein' broke **** I'm filthy
Got a problem with me holla at me, be back in six months
I'm on the gettin' my money up

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag money ain't a thing
For real, I know 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
years older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle Jam's army, the old love me
I'm just up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

was crackin', doin' that 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 Dana's you all you could be, I

I used to eatin' polly 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' 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 days

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

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

Mom's me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't 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 out liquor
We just poke our out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to in groups
who was the best 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 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 'bout my ghetto days

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

From superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people locked got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it easy
Come home, we miss you on the streets

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

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