Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
West for life
and die for this shit

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

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

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

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

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 reminiscin' 'bout my days

I ain't change ****, I'm 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 my money up

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' ain't 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 Jam's army, the old folks me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang bang

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' they got Schwinns
On Sundays all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, 'cause all I see
That's like the Army, Dana's you all you could 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 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' my ghetto days

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

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

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

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

Damn, I miss my days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or 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' 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
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

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

ghetto superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got nothin' but for ya
strong, 'cause we know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we you on the streets

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

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 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 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