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

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

Let me ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland
And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' nothin' new
And slangin' nothin' new
And for every nigga we done they done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties before I was
Families of niggaz mourn
So I'm letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep your on the clip

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

on to St. Louis, where the country 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 later on, when it cooled off we down
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 couple of

Then they us to a man named Gus in a store
He put me with a herringbone and shoes galore
when I started thinking that this wasn't like home
But then they had to me wrong
'Cuz later that night after we did the
We went back to the after set, and wouldn't ya
Yeah, Bloods and Crips scrapping and shootin' in Missouri?
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 crazy for own good
They need to watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood
Too busy Sixties, tryin' to be raw
And never ever the Shaw
But now, back to the story I'm tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one more time and bailin'
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat
When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy

I guess Texas no different from the rest
And San Antonio, was just to put us to the test
And before it was over the shit got
A nigga got in the face, and was dead in the street
they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'
Little did they that we was packin'
Yeah, we was 'em down 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)

After a on the road
We home and I can safely say
That L.A. is a much better place to
How could a bunch of niggaz in a town like
Have a big influence on niggaz so far away?
But still my story 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 show I did in Denver

With a ass promoter 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 paid so I didn't pay it no mind
I poured out my brew onto their face and chest
Then they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my
When it was over two needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being ass bitches

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