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 livin' life on the run
11 years old, real life, no
little sips in the cut
I'm takin' hits 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 wait for the
barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice cream
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, hustlin'

You could me in the middle of the street
with my **** Porky
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 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

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

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood tryin' to bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how y'all
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die,

I got a lot of rider in me, I was
Couple older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang bang

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

I used to eatin' polly seeds 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
Reminiscin' my first piece of ****, yeah

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

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

Mom's me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he lose his soul
I was livin' a blind man's vision
And no matter how I tried, I could never see prison

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

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

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 thing changed

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

Listen, ladies, how you gonna act like that?
It's your 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 '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' 'bout my ghetto
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 'bout my ghetto days