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 nigga made good
And a name off of making tapes 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 shootouts and and shit
All a nigga made a hit, check it

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or that a nigga would hit
we broke out with the fonky shit
About bitches and niggaz and gettin' 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 this
And they didn't like this
That Compton was the of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast
And now that's just a thing of the

Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a up in Oakland
And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to bangin' ain't nothin' new
And ain't nothin' new
And for nigga we done shot they done shot two
Straight through and on 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, the country is fucked
With gold ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up
Where 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 down
And met a of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap
The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
And a couple of

Then they took us to a man Gus in a store
He put me down a herringbone and shoes galore
That's when I started thinking 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 set, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and in Missouri?
Damn, how could this

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

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

I guess Texas ain't no different from the
And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the
And before it was the shit got deep
A nigga got in the face, and was dead in the street
Then they in the club thinkin' of scrappin'
did they know that we was packin'
Yeah, we was puttin' 'em and squaring the rest, shit
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
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 remember
I had this show I did in

With a punk ass in a bunk ass skating rink
Bitches was it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit
To the front of the stage to throw gang signs
But I'm getting paid so I pay it no mind
Then I poured out my brew onto their and chest
Then start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests
When it was two niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being ass bitches

Now
(It's jus Compton)
y'all, Denver
(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 thought ya
(Yeah)