Luyện nghe bài hát Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the C P T
Off to other cities and shit, no longer an underground hit
thangs, a local nigga made good
And made a name off of tapes for niggaz in the hood
And now, let me a little story
About the that I been to and the shit that I been through
Like and shootouts and bangin' and shit
All a nigga made a hit, check it

Nineteen one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga would hit
we broke out with the fonky shit
About and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud
I was doing the shit hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think it wasn't no other cities like this
And that they didn't this
That Compton was the home of a in yo ass, where you got blast
And now that's just a of the past

Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a up in Oakland
And niggaz was up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new
And slangin' nothin' new
And for every nigga we done shot they done two
Straight and on since the sixties before I was born
Families of young mourn
So I'm just letting you
That if ya plan to take a to the bay keep your hand on the clip

Oakland
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah, I'm telling y'all
(It's jus Compton for y'all)

Moving on to St. Louis, the country is fucked
With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they know what's up
it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I my ass on the bus
But later on, it cooled off we came down
And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. cap
The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
And a of bitches

Then they took us to a man Gus in a store
He put me down with a herringbone and galore
when I started thinking that this wasn't like home
But then had to prove me wrong
'Cuz that night after we did the show
We went back to the after set, and ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and in Missouri?
Damn, how could happen?

Now St.
(It's jus Compton)
y'all, St. Louis
(It's jus lyke for y'all)

I don't they know, they too crazy for their own good
need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood
Too claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw
And never seen the Shaw
But now, to the story that I'm tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one more time and bailin'
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat
When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and boots

I guess Texas ain't no from the rest
And San Antonio, was just to put us to the test
And before it was over the got deep
A nigga got shot in the face, and was in the street
Then they in the club thinkin' of scrappin'
did they know that we was packin'
Yeah, we was puttin' 'em and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to wear the bulletproof

Now San
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah, San
(It's jus Compton for y'all)

After a on the road
We home and I can safely say
That L.A. is a better place to stay
How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like
Have such a big influence on niggaz so far
But still my ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell
And the people of Colorado, know it well
It was all in the news and if you don't
I had show I did in Denver

With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass rink
Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was and shit
To the front of the stage to throw their signs
But I'm getting so I didn't pay it no mind
Then I poured out my onto their face and chest
Then start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests
When it was over two niggaz needed
Got in they jaw for being punk ass bitches

Now
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah y'all,
(They be like Compton, bitch)

And ya that Oakland
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah y'all, St.
(It's jus Compton)

Uh-huh, San
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah, and
(They wanna be Compton, punk ass niggaz)
I ya knew
(Yeah)