Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
Coast for life
Live and die for this

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

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

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

You could me in the middle of the street
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 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

I ain't ****, I'm just busy
**** broke **** I'm filthy
Got a with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my up

And I remember all the soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how feel
I'm reppin' black and 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 Jam's army, the old love 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
like the Army, with 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 used to us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my first piece of ****,

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 'bout my ghetto days

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

Mom's me out in the cold
Worse than my man took five shots and he ain't lose his soul
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 poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or

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

From superstar 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, sweet ladies, how you gonna act that?
It's your baby boy, holla back,
So let me you down 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' 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 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' 'bout my ghetto