Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
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, life, no goals
Sneakin' little in the cut
I'm takin' hits in the cut

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

In Watts, a couldn't 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 of the street
with my **** Porky
And as I you down my memory lane
I'm 'bout my ghetto days, let 'em know

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 'bout my ghetto days

I change ****, I'm just busy
**** broke **** I'm filthy
Got a problem with me at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road my money up

And I remember all the young in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag 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 in me, I was thinkin'
Couple years older, 14 and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang bang

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

I used to love eatin' polly seeds and sticks
Watch me up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us on the block
'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

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

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

Mom's left me out in the
Worse than my man took five shots 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 dead homies, we don't pour out
We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss ****"
We were of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight 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' 'bout my days
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 changed

From ghetto superstar to
All my people locked down got nothin' but for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the

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

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

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