Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

Yeah, yeah, just like we used to stay
In the of la by the way
Gang bangers each other for rep
Sellin' cocaine on my doorstep

Had a to bounce plus a bike to ride
But my mamma would let me play outside
But when I got enrolled in elementary
Started bangin' a fucking fool

So cool throwin' up signs to the gangster beat
Shot an enemy across the street
Mamma came home, she got a good job
Daddy did too, now they squab

Financially, we
2 months later, son, we
No more duckin' from shells
Bought a two-story in east palmdale
it to me now

(Hell yeah)
Come to me
(I you and I love you, baby)
Palmdale, back to me
(Check it out, check it out, it out)

No more rats and no roaches
Livin' next door to football
Now I got a new place to sell me
Now I got little white to jack

I stopped blue, wasn't trippin' on red
Too squabbin' with the skinheads
Stupid questions, the class
Rubbin' white girls on the ass

I really care if I passed or failed
I I was headed for the NFL
the playoff game, shoulder got hurt
I about my future, layin' in the dirt

I jump, I can't flinch
Superstar player, the bench
Graduate from school make me laugh
I got an F in basic math, give it to me now

(Hell yeah)
Come to me
(I gotta do one for my neighborhood)
Palmdale, back to me
(Check it out)

I knew I make it in the white man's world
So I bought me some khakis and a geri
I knew I couldn't it to the NFL
I to east palmdale and started slingin' yeyo

Fo' sho' I was makin' crazy
dropped outta school a long time ago
Bought a phone, like a nut
Now I like pizza hut

I drunk whiskey and Bacardi, I dope to anybody
Me and my homies sold dubs and
Took bustin' rhymes just to pass the time

A white man up to my spot
He said, "Hey, homeboy, you got?"
I put a fat rock his hand
And 25 sheriffs jumped out the van get down, punk

(Hell, yeah)
Come to me
(I you and I love you, baby)
Palmdale, come to me
(Check it out, check it out, it out)

Can't get drunk, can't get
LA county, 95
Crips wanna my all-stars
Bloods wanna eat my bars

pecker woods don't want none
But the Mexicans own one
Them essays, catorces, treces try to test me

So I jumped off the bed I ain't no punk
Jammed his head up against the
Socked that cholo in his
Black muthafucking scared to in

Sheriff broke it up when we hit the
I talkin' shit 'cause I want some more
Back in town, we get with the brown
Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me

Jail is hell, but I'll adapt, won't hesitate to get in a
I'm down for mine, and that's for certain
Sittin' in the with my knuckles hurtin'

(Hell, yeah)
Come to me
(I you and I love you, baby)
Palmdale, back to me
(Yeah it out, homeboy)

Now I got a fucking up life, two bad and a naggin' wife
Dead end job at the airport too short to pay the house note
Turn on the TV then I see different that went to school with me
Playin' in the NFL we used to kick in east palmdale

Rodney Williams, tate
plays for Colorado state
I wish my homeboys success
But at the same time, I get depressed

Walkin' through the wind a cup full of gin
Thinkin' 'bout that coulda, woulda, shoulda been
I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish luck to my peers

Come to me
(I you and I love you, baby)

Come to me
(Palmdale)
('Cause that's where my heartache began, began)

(Palmdale)
Come to me
(I need you and I you, baby)

(Oh yeah)
Come to me
('Cause where my heartache began, heartache began)

(Yeah)
Come to me
(Hey, all the on the football team, where y'all at man, yeah)
(Hey, you at in the world, I don't care if you in Japan, Africa)
Palmdale, come to me
(Hey you know how we to do it, man hey, hey, hey)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, what do we
(Yeyo)
Yo, where we to go?
(We fittin' to go to jail)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, where we to go?
(We fittin' to go to jail)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, we fittin' to go?
(We to go back to jail)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, where we to go?
(We to go back to jail)

Dale, yeah
(Hey, come on just clap your hands)
Dale, you're
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Dale, you're
(What, what, what)
(Yo fuck AV on y'all)

(Where falcons at?)
You're
(It ain't 'til the fat man sings)

(Little rock get none, what, what, what)
You're
Dale, you're
(Little rock get none)