Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West Coast for
and die for this shit

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

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

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

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

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 days
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, I'll be in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my up

And I remember all the young in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' 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 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 gang bang

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

I used to love eatin' polly and chico 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 '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

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

Mom's left me out in the
Worse that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his soul
I was livin' with a man's vision
And no how hard I tried, I could never see prison

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

Damn, I my ghetto days
Whether it was or straight coke we found a way
Hey, and the of Eazy and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

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' 'bout my days

I remember I used 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 ghetto to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it ain't
Come home, we miss 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' 'bout my days, ohh girl

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' '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
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 'bout my ghetto days