Luyện nghe bài hát Jus Lyke Compton

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

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or that a nigga would hit
Then we out with the fonky shit
About bitches and niggaz and drunken off that bud
I was doing the shit hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like
And that they didn't like
That was the home of a foot 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 was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new
And ain't nothin' new
And for every we done shot they done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties I was born
Families of young niggaz
So I'm letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your hand on the

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

Moving on to St. Louis, where the is fucked
With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but still know what's up
Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to ya cuss
why I kept 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, Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
And a couple of

Then took us to a man named Gus in a store
He put me with a herringbone and shoes 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, and Crips start scrapping and shootin' 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 know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin' that and Boyz in the Hood
Too busy Sixties, tryin' to be raw
And never seen the Shaw
But now, to the story that I'm tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one time and started bailin'
we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits
When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse and cowboy boots

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

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

a month on the road
We came home and I can say
That L.A. is a much better place to
How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like
such a big influence on niggaz so far away?
But my story ain't over 'cuz I got one more to tell
And the people of Colorado, they it well
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 their gang signs
But I'm paid 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
When it was over two needed stitches
Got cracked in 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)
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)