Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

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

Had a to bounce plus a bike to ride
But my mamma never would let me play
But I got enrolled in elementary school
Started bangin' like a fucking

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 don't squab

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

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

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

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

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

I jump, I can't flinch
player, ridin' the bench
Graduate from school don't make me
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 curl
I I couldn't make it to the NFL
I went to east palmdale and started yeyo

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

I drunk and Bacardi, I sold dope to anybody
Me and my homies sold and dimes
Took turns bustin' rhymes to pass the time

A man drove up to my spot
He said, "Hey, homeboy, you got?"
I put a fat rock his hand
And about 25 sheriffs 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)

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

Them pecker 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
his head up against the bunk
Socked cholo in his chin
muthafucking scared to jump in

Sheriff broke it up we hit the floor
I kept talkin' shit 'cause I want some
in town, we get along 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 for mine, and that's for certain
Sittin' in the hole 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 up life, two bad kids and a naggin' wife
Dead end job at the check too short to pay the house note
on the TV then I see different homeboys that went to school with me
Playin' in the NFL we used to kick in east palmdale

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

Walkin' through the wind with a cup of gin
Thinkin' 'bout things 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 began, heartache began)

(Yeah)
Come to me
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, y'all at man, yeah)
(Hey, you at in the world, I don't 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, 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, 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, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, we fittin' to go?
(We to go back 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 AV come on y'all)

(Where falcons at?)
palmdale
(It over 'til the fat man sings)

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