Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

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

Had a ball to plus a bike to ride
But my never would let me play outside
But when I got enrolled in school
bangin' like a fucking fool

So cool up gang signs to the gangster beat
an enemy from across the street
Mamma home, said she got a good job
Daddy did too, now they don't

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

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

No more and no more roaches
next door to football coaches
Now I got a new place to sell me
Now I got little white kids to

I stopped wearin' blue, trippin' on red
Too busy squabbin' the skinheads
Stupid questions, the class
Rubbin' white girls on the ass

I didn't really if I passed or failed
I knew I was for the NFL
Until the playoff game, got hurt
I thought about my future, layin' in the

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

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

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

Fo' sho' I was makin' dough
Shoulda outta school a long time ago
a cell phone, like a nut
Now I deliver like hut

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

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

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

Can't get drunk, can't get
LA county, 95
Crips wanna take my
Bloods eat my snicker bars

pecker woods don't want none
But the straight 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
that cholo in his chin
Black muthafucking scared to in

broke it up when we hit the floor
I kept shit 'cause I want some more
Back in town, we get along with the
Now I'm in jail, they to beat me down

Jail is hell, but I'll adapt, hesitate to get in a scrap
'Cause I'm for mine, and that's for certain
Sittin' in the hole with my knuckles

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

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

Williams, Lorenz tate
Zeno plays for state
I my homeboys much success
But at the time, I still get depressed

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

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

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

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

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

(Yeah)
Come to me
(Hey, all the homeboys on the team, where y'all at man, yeah)
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I don't 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, we fittin' 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 to go back to jail)

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

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

(Where them at?)
You're
(It ain't over the fat man sings)

(Little can't get none, what, what, what)
palmdale
Dale, you're
(Little can't get none)