Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

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

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

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

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

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

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 ghetto

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

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

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

Crenshaw was crackin', that they got Schwinns
On Sundays all the big homies spin
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 love eatin' polly and chico sticks
me jump up in the bush 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 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 had holes in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two of Girbauds
Spent the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his

Mom's me out in the cold
Worse 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 dead homies, we don't out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We y'all ****"
We scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
Argued who was the MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I my ghetto days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight we found 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 '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 'bout my ghetto days

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 damn changed

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

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

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' 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

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