Luyện nghe bài hát Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the C P T
Off to other and shit, no longer just an underground hit
Moving thangs, a local made good
And made a name off of making 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
Like and shootouts and bangin' and shit
All a nigga made a hit, check it

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

Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in
And was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new
And ain't nothin' new
And for every nigga we done shot they done two
through and on since the sixties before I was born
Families of young 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 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 to make ya cuss
That's why I my ass on the bus
But later on, when it cooled off we came
And met a of friends, who put us up on the St. Louis cap
The Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
And a couple of

Then they took us to a man Gus in a store
He put me down with a and shoes galore
when I started thinking that this wasn't like home
But then they had to prove me
'Cuz later that after we did the show
We went to the after set, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in
Damn, how this 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 Colors and Boyz in the
Too busy Sixties, tryin' to be raw
And ever seen the Shaw
But now, back to the that I'm tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one more time and bailin'
When we arrived I saw red and sweat suits
When I'm thinkin' horse 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 the shit got deep
A got shot in the face, and was dead in the street
Then they came in the club of scrappin'
Little did know that we was packin'
Yeah, we was 'em down and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to wear the bulletproof

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

a month on the road
We came 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 ain't over 'cuz I got one to tell
And the people of Colorado, they know it
It was all in the news and if you don't
I had this show I did in

a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink
Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was shovin' and
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
they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests
When it was over two needed stitches
Got cracked in jaw for being punk ass bitches

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

And ya know that
(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 ya knew
(Yeah)