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 making for niggaz in the hood
And now, let me tell a story
About the places I been to and the shit that I been through
Like fightin' and and bangin' and shit
All because a nigga a hit, check it

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or 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 shit they heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like
And that they didn't this
Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast
And now just a thing of the past

Let me ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland
And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't new
And slangin' nothin' new
And for every nigga we done shot they done two
Straight through and on since the sixties before I was
Families of niggaz mourn
So I'm letting you know
That if ya 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 hey mouth, but they still 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, when it cooled off we came
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 couple of

Then they took us to a man named Gus in a
He put me down with a herringbone and galore
That's I started thinking that this wasn't like home
But they had to prove me wrong
'Cuz later night after we did the show
We went back to the after set, and ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in
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 they know, they too for their own good
They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the
Too busy claiming Sixties, to be raw
And never ever seen the
But now, back to the story that I'm
We packed up the tour bus one more time and started
When we arrived I saw red and blue suits
When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse and cowboy boots

I guess Texas ain't no different from the
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 dead in the
Then came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'
Little did they know we was packin'
Yeah, we was puttin' 'em and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to wear the vest

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

a month on the road
We home and I can safely say
L.A. is a much better place to stay
How could a bunch of niggaz in a town this
Have such a big influence on so far away?
But still my story ain't over 'cuz I got one to tell
And the of Colorado, they know it well
It was all in the news and if you remember
I had this show I did in

With a punk ass promoter in a ass skating rink
Bitches was loving it, but was shovin' and shit
To the of the stage to throw their gang signs
But I'm paid so I didn't pay it no mind
Then I poured out my onto their face and chest
Then they start 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)
y'all, Denver
(They be like 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 Compton, punk ass niggaz)
I ya knew
(Yeah)