Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

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

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

Before they even 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 **** wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free your
We stay fallin' off ice cream trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, bucks

You could catch me in the middle of the
Slapboxin' with my Porky
And as I take you down my memory
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 '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

I ain't change ****, I'm busy
**** bein' broke **** I'm
Got a problem with me at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road my money up

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

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

Crenshaw was crackin', that they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big spin
I want Dana's, that's all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you 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 hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my piece of ****, yeah

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

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

Mom's left me out in the
Worse than that my man took five shots and he lose his soul
I was livin' with a blind man's
And no matter how hard I tried, I could see prison

And to all my dead homies, we don't pour out
We just poke our out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, to school in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or

Damn, I my ghetto 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' 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' 'bout my ghetto

I when 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 to Coca-Cola
All my people down got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it ain't
home, 'cause we miss you on the streets

Listen, ladies, how you gonna act like that?
your baby boy, holla back, back
So let me take you down my memory
'bout my ghetto days, ohh girl

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

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