Luyện nghe bài hát Just Another Day

(Intro)
It's Game time!

(Verse: Game)
Six pounds of chronic on my grandma coffee
That's how you remember it, that's how I it
Yeah, dip the liquor store, .9 in my khaki's
Crips tryna get at me, my red Impala bumping acne
My city a me
shot, robbed, stabbed, chased home, socked out
Jabbed by esse's, cops degenerate, niggas with rags
niggas went into me, dome shots like Kennedy
Slugs trippin' with Henessey, got tendencies
And if you don't where the fu*kthey got me from
Scorsese when I pull out my gun
Scarface, car chase, tell me how your taste
Ask your baby mama, she'll tell you how a taste
Basket case, still I'm back Dre, shit I never left
Run up in Beats, "Bitch the safe! Compton"
Produced by a billionaire in this
smoking, Dre we need a ceiling in this motherfucker
Compton!
They're killing in this
They're drilling in motherfucker
the door, they're stealing in this motherfucker
No chains, no reins, this my
Nigga hub city, no fly zone
Niggas pull out burners, start breaking like on ozone
fiends on the back streets
Where the tracks lean and the lay
And switchblades, if you made
Put chili all on Frito Lay's
we dream of Montego Bay
But all we got is the Swat
Where the cops meet, go bang
Leaves blood on the concrete
And I'm the only nigga bumping Mobb
Cause I mob deep down that side
I'm a side rider, (?) gats on collars
hate me, better get your dollars
I be on with a Glock in both hands
on that bro hand
Flame like a co-tail with my name on it

(Hook: Bryant)
Another day in Compton, the thrill is
somebody's watching, but I don't know why
Feel the burning, it touches the sky
Feeling coming at you, I die tonight
So I get by, I get by
I get by, I get, I get by
Cause just another day in Compton