Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
Coast for life
Live and die for shit

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

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

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

You could catch me in the of the street
Slapboxin' my **** Porky
And as I take you my memory lane
I'm 'bout 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' 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 ain't ****, I'm just busy
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 in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' money a thing
For real, I know exactly how feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die,

I got a lot of in me, I was thinkin'
Couple years older, 14 smokin' and
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that they got
On Sundays all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, 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 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 days

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

Truth is, I ran away I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my And-1's had holes in the
I had silk shirts, two pair of Girbauds
Spent the night at 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 with a blind man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could 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 MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I my ghetto days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or 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' 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

I remember 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 superstar to
All my people locked got nothin' but love for ya
strong, 'cause we know it ain't easy
Come home, we miss you on the streets

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

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 '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 ghetto
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