Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

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

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

Before they even me Kurupt
Ridin' down the blocks I'ma you how I grew up
I was always in the mix, too for sticks
Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts

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

You catch me in the middle of the street
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 'bout 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' my ghetto days

I change ****, I'm just busy
**** bein' broke **** I'm
Got a problem with me holla at me, I'll be back in six
I'm on the road my money 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 know how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, 'til I die, c'mon

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

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that got Schwinns
On watchin' all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, that's all I see
That's the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

I used to love 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' 'bout my 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' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days

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

Mom's left me out in the
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 see prison

And to all my dead homies, we pour out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or

Damn, I miss my days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight coke we 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 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 reminiscin' my ghetto days

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

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

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like
It's your boy, holla back, back
So let me take you down my lane
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' '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 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 'bout my ghetto days