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 good
And made a name off of making for niggaz in the hood
And now, let me tell a little
About the places that I been to and the that I been through
Like and shootouts and bangin' and shit
All because a nigga made a hit, it

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

Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a 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 and on since the sixties before I was born
Families of young mourn
So I'm just you know
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 Compton for y'all)

Moving on to St. Louis, where the is fucked
With gold teeth hey mouth, but they still know what's up
Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to 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, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and
And a of bitches

Then they us to a man named Gus in a store
He put me down with a and shoes galore
That's I started thinking that this wasn't like home
But then they had to me wrong
'Cuz later that after we did the show
We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya
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 think they know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin' that and Boyz in the Hood
Too claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw
And never ever 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
I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots

I guess ain't no different from the rest
And San Antonio, was waitin' to put us to the test
And before it was the shit got deep
A nigga got in the face, and was dead in the street
Then they came in the club thinkin' of
Little did know that we was packin'
Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and squaring the rest,
I had to wear the bulletproof vest

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

After a month on the
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 this
such a big influence on niggaz so far away?
But still my ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell
And the people of Colorado, they know it
It was all in the and if you don't remember
I had this show I did in

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 soda, and fuckin' up my guests
When it was two niggaz needed stitches
Got in they jaw for being punk ass bitches

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

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

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