Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

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

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

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

Financially, we
2 later, son, we movin'
No more duckin' shotgun shells
a two-story house 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 to football coaches
Now I got a new place to sell me
Now I got little white kids to

I wearin' blue, wasn't trippin' on red
Too busy with the skinheads
questions, distract the class
Rubbin' little white on the ass

I didn't care if I passed or failed
I I was headed for the NFL
Until the playoff game, shoulder got
I about my future, layin' in the dirt

I jump, I can't flinch
Superstar player, ridin' the
Graduate from school don't 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 it in the white man's world
So I me some khakis and a geri curl
I knew I make it to the NFL
I went to east and started slingin' yeyo

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

I drunk and Bacardi, I sold dope to anybody
Me and my homies sold dubs and
Took turns bustin' 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 about 25 sheriffs jumped out the van get down,

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

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

Them pecker woods don't want
But the straight own one
Them essays, catorces, treces always try to me

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

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

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

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

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

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 don't 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, what do we
(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, 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, 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 fittin' to go to jail)

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

(Where them at?)
You're
(It over 'til the fat man sings)

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