Luyện nghe bài hát Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the C P T
Off to other cities and shit, no just an underground hit
Moving thangs, a local nigga good
And made a name off of making tapes for in the hood
And now, let me tell a story
About the places I been to and the shit that I been through
Like and shootouts and bangin' and shit
All because a made a hit, check it

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or that a nigga would hit
Then we broke out with the shit
About bitches and and gettin' drunken off that bud
I was doing the shit they heard of
But foolish was I to think it wasn't no other cities like this
And that they like this
That Compton was the 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 bangin' nothin' new
And slangin' ain't new
And for every nigga we done they done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties before I was
Families of young mourn
So I'm letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay your hand on the clip

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

Moving on to St. Louis, 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 enough to make ya
why I kept my ass on the bus
But later on, it cooled off we came down
And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. cap
The Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich
And a couple of

they took us to a man named Gus in a store
He put me down with a herringbone and galore
That's when I started thinking this wasn't like home
But then they had to me wrong
later that night 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 could this

Now St.
(It's jus Compton)
y'all, St. Louis
(It's jus Compton for y'all)

I don't think they know, too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the
Too busy claiming Sixties, to be raw
And never seen the Shaw
But now, back to the story I'm tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one more and started bailin'
When we I saw red and blue 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 waitin' to put us to the
And before it was the shit got deep
A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the
Then they in the club thinkin' of scrappin'
Little did they know that we was
Yeah, we was puttin' 'em 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 home and I can say
That L.A. is a better place to stay
How could a of niggaz in a town like this
Have a big influence on niggaz so far away?
But still my ain't 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 this show I did in

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 their gang
But I'm getting paid so I pay it no mind
Then I poured out my brew their face and chest
Then they throwin' 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)
Yeah y'all,
(They be like 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 like Compton, ass niggaz)
I thought ya
(Yeah)