Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
West for life
Live and die for 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
down the blocks 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 for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free mind
We stay fallin' off them ice trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, hustlin'

You could catch me in the 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 'bout my ghetto 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' my ghetto days

I ain't change ****, I'm just
**** bein' **** 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 tryin' to gang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' ain't a thing
For real, I know how y'all 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 Uncle Jam's army, the old folks me
I'm gettin' up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', that they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big 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 love eatin' seeds and chico sticks
me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
'bout my first 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 reminiscin' 'bout my days

Truth is, I ran away 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 me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he lose his soul
I was livin' with a blind man's
And no matter how hard I tried, I 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 scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
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 memories of 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 '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 ghetto

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

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

Listen, sweet ladies, how you act like that?
It's your baby boy, back, back
So let me take you down my 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 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
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 'bout my ghetto days