Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

Yeah, yeah, just like bums we used to
In the of la by the way
Gang bangers killin' other 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 enrolled in school
Started like 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
did too, now they don't squab

Financially, we
2 later, son, we movin'
No duckin' from shotgun shells
Bought a house in east 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' door to football coaches
Now I got a new to sell me crack
Now I got little kids to jack

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

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

I jump, I can't flinch
Superstar player, ridin' the
Graduate from don't make me laugh
I got an F plus in 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 man's
So I me some khakis and a geri curl
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 outta a long time ago
Bought a phone, like a nut
Now I deliver like hut

I drunk whiskey and Bacardi, I sold to anybody
Me and my homies dubs and dimes
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 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, it out, check it out)

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

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

So I jumped off the bed 'cause I no punk
Jammed his head up the bunk
Socked that cholo in his
Black muthafucking to jump 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 to beat me down

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

(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 naggin'
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
in the NFL we used to kick back in east palmdale

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

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

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

Come to me
(Palmdale)
('Cause that's 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 care if you in Japan, Africa)
Palmdale, back 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, 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, 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 fittin' to go to jail)

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

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

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

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