Luyện nghe bài hát Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the C P T
Off to cities and shit, no longer just an underground hit
thangs, a local 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 that I been to and the that I been through
Like and shootouts and bangin' and shit
All a nigga made a hit, check it

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga hit
Then we broke out with the fonky
bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud
I was doing the they hadn't heard of
But was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this
And that they didn't this
Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where 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 ain't nothin' new
And slangin' nothin' new
And for every nigga we done shot they done two
Straight through and on since the before I was born
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 y'all Oakland
(It's jus lyke for y'all)

on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked
With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still what's up
Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot to make ya cuss
That's why I my ass on the bus
But later on, when it off we came down
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 Gus in a store
He put me with a herringbone and shoes galore
That's when I thinking that this wasn't like home
But then had to prove 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 start scrapping and shootin' in
Damn, how could happen?

Now St.
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah y'all, St.
(It's jus lyke 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 claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw
And never ever seen the
But now, back to the story I'm tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one more and started bailin'
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat
When I'm 'bout horse donkey and cowboy boots

I guess Texas ain't no 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 club thinkin' of
did they know that we was packin'
Yeah, we was puttin' 'em and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to the bulletproof vest

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

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

With a ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink
Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and
To the front of the 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
it was over two niggaz needed stitches
Got cracked in they jaw for being ass bitches

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

And ya know that
(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)