Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

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

Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to
But my mamma would let me play outside
But when I got in elementary school
Started bangin' like a fool

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

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

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

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

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

I didn't really care if I or failed
I I was headed for the NFL
the playoff game, shoulder got hurt
I thought about my future, layin' in the

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

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

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

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

I drunk whiskey and Bacardi, I sold to anybody
Me and my homies sold 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 rock inside his
And 25 sheriffs jumped out the van get down, punk

(Hell, yeah)
Come to me
(I you and I love you, baby)
Palmdale, back 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
wanna eat my snicker bars

Them pecker woods want none
But the straight own one
essays, catorces, treces always try to test me

So I off the bed 'cause I ain't no punk
Jammed his head up against the
that cholo in his chin
Black scared to jump in

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

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

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

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

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

Walkin' through the wind a cup full of gin
Thinkin' things 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 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 my heartache began, heartache 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 care if you in Japan, Africa)
Palmdale, back to me
(Hey you how we used 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 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)

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)

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

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

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