Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
West Coast for
Live and die for shit

Yeah, when I was livin' life on the run
11 years old, real life, no
Sneakin' sips in the cut
I'm takin' hits in the cut

Before 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 Watts experience

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

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

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

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

And I all the young soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how feel
I'm black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon

I got a lot of in me, I was thinkin'
Couple years older, 14 smokin' and
Thinkin' 'bout Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang [Incomprehensible]

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

I used to love eatin' polly seeds and chico
Watch me jump up in the to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us down on the
Reminiscin' 'bout my piece of ****, yeah

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

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

Mom's me out in the cold
than 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 out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to in groups
who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto
Whether it was or straight coke we found a way
Hey, and the memories of 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 reminiscin' 'bout my days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days

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

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

Listen, sweet ladies, how you act like that?
It's your boy, holla 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 'bout 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

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' my ghetto days