Luyện nghe bài hát Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the C P T
Off to cities and shit, no longer 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
the places that I been to and the shit that I been through
Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and
All because a made a hit, check it

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

Let me ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland
And niggaz was up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new
And slangin' ain't new
And for every we done shot they done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties I was born
of young niggaz mourn
So I'm letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your 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
gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up
Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya
That's why I my ass on the bus
But on, when it cooled off we came down
And met a of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap
The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, and Rich
And a couple of

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 they 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 and shootin' in Missouri?
Damn, how could 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 watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood
Too busy claiming Sixties, to be raw
And ever seen the Shaw
But now, back to the that I'm tellin'
We packed up the bus one more time and started bailin'
When we I saw red and blue sweat suits
When I'm 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots

I guess Texas no different from the rest
And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the
And it was over the shit got deep
A got shot in the face, and was dead in the street
Then they came in the club of scrappin'
Little did know that we was packin'
Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and 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 came home and I can say
That L.A. is a much 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 '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 this I did in Denver

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

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

And ya know that
(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)