Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, 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
Sneakin' sips in the cut
I'm lil' hits in the cut

they even called me Kurupt
Ridin' down the blocks tell 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 mind
We fallin' off them ice cream trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, hustlin'

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

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

I ain't ****, I'm just busy
**** broke **** I'm filthy
Got a problem me holla at me, I'll be back 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' money ain't a
For real, I know how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside I die, c'mon

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', doin' that got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big homies
I Dana's, 'cause that's all I see
That's the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

I used to 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 used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 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 days

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

Truth is, I ran when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my And-1's had in the soles
I had silk 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 that my man took five shots and he ain't his soul
I was with a blind 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 scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in
who was the best MC, Ice Cube 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 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

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 a damn thing 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, we miss you on the streets

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like
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 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 '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 ghetto

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