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 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 nothin' a nigga would hit
Then we out with the fonky shit
About bitches and niggaz and gettin' off that bud
I was doing the they hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other like this
And they didn't like this
That Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got
And now that's a thing of the past

Let me ya why firsthand, we did a show up in Oakland
And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them ain't nothin' new
And slangin' ain't new
And for every nigga we done shot done shot two
Straight through and on since the before I was born
Families of young niggaz
So I'm just you know
That if ya plan to 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 Compton for y'all)

on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked
With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know up
Where it's hot as a motherfucker, hot to make 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 of bitches

Then took us to a man named Gus in a store
He put me down a herringbone and shoes galore
That's when I thinking that this wasn't like home
But then they had to prove me
later 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 shootin' in
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, they too crazy for their own
They need to stop watchin' Colors and Boyz in the Hood
Too busy claiming Sixties, to be raw
And never seen the Shaw
But now, back to the story I'm tellin'
We up the tour bus one more time and started bailin'
we arrived I saw red and blue sweat suits
When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and cowboy

I guess Texas ain't no different the rest
And San Antonio, was just to put us to the test
And before it was over the got deep
A nigga got in the face, and was dead in the street
they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'
Little did 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 on the road
We came and I can safely say
That L.A. is a much 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 over 'cuz I got one to tell
And the of Colorado, they know it well
It was all in the and if you don't remember
I had this I did in Denver

With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating
Bitches was it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit
To the of the stage to throw their gang signs
But I'm getting so I didn't pay it no mind
Then I poured out my brew onto their and chest
Then they throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests
When it was over two needed stitches
Got in they jaw for being punk ass bitches

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

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

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