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 local nigga made
And made a off of making tapes for niggaz in the hood
And now, let me tell a little
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 ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga hit
Then we broke out with the fonky
bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud
I was doing the they hadn't heard of
But was I to think that 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 ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland
And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' nothin' new
And ain't nothin' new
And for every nigga we done they done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties I was born
of young niggaz mourn
So I'm just letting you
if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip

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

Moving on to St. Louis, the country is fucked
With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know up
Where hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I my ass on the bus
But on, when 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, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and
And a couple of

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

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

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

I guess Texas ain't no different the rest
And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the
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 thinkin' of scrappin'
Little did know that we was packin'
Yeah, we was 'em down and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to wear the bulletproof

Now San
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah, San
(It's jus lyke 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 of niggaz in a town like this
Have such a big on niggaz so far away?
But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one to tell
And the people of Colorado, know it well
It was all in the news and if you remember
I had show I did in Denver

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

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

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

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