Luyện nghe bài hát Jus Lyke Compton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I don't think they know, they too for their own good
They need to stop watchin' that Colors and in the Hood
Too busy Sixties, tryin' to be raw
And ever seen the Shaw
But now, to the story that I'm tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one more and started bailin'
When we arrived I saw red and blue suits
When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse and cowboy boots

I guess Texas no different from the rest
And San Antonio, was waitin' 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 came in the club of scrappin'
did they know that we was packin'
Yeah, we was 'em down and squaring the rest, shit
I had to wear the bulletproof vest

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

a month on the road
We came and I can safely say
L.A. is a much 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 story ain't over 'cuz I got one to tell
And the people of Colorado, they it well
It was all in the news and if you don't
I had this I did in Denver

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

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

And ya know that
(It's jus Compton)
y'all, St. Louis
(It's jus Compton)

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