Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

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

Yeah, when I was young livin' on the run
11 old, real life, no goals
little sips in the cut
I'm lil' hits in the cut

Before even called me Kurupt
Ridin' down the blocks I'ma you how I grew up
I was in the mix, too young for sticks
Ty, tell 'em 'bout that experience

In Watts, a **** wait for the summertime
barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind
We stay off them ice cream trucks
All my **** it, hustlin' bucks

You catch me in the middle 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 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

I change ****, 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 my money up

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

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

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

I used to love eatin' 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 hold us down on the
'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

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 reminiscin' my ghetto days

Truth is, I ran away when I was 5 old
Ran 'til my had holes in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two pair of
Spent the 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 lose his
I was with a blind man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could never see

And to all my dead homies, we pour out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, to school in groups
who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my days
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' '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' my ghetto 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 damn thing

ghetto superstar to Coca-Cola
All my locked down got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it easy
Come home, we miss you on the streets

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like
It's your boy, holla back, back
So let me take you down my lane
Reminiscin' my ghetto days, ohh girl

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