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

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

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

Moving on to St. Louis, where the country is
With teeth ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up
Where hot as a motherfucker, hot enough 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 couple of

Then they took us to a man named Gus in a
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 that night after we did the show
We back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and 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 watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood
Too busy claiming Sixties, to be raw
And ever seen the Shaw
But now, back to the story that I'm
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 donkey and cowboy boots

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
Then they 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 the bulletproof vest

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

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

With a punk ass promoter in a 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 getting so I didn't pay it no mind
Then I poured out my brew onto their and chest
Then they start throwin' soda, and up my guests
When it was over two niggaz needed
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)
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)