Luyện nghe bài hát Safe + Sound

Static, Quik, you're not a gangster, we're not

Some believe in and some believe in friends
But, niggaz, me believe in making ends
'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick
You know the money's got you safe and

Now I'm 'bout to take it back to '84, I was fourteen
Kickin' in the trees, West Side, if you please
And, four-thirty-six, West was the spot
With me, Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, and Rock

Donzelly, if ya me, than let that shit, kick
If your head ain't spinning dippin' all them sticks
'Cause way back in the day they used a wet baggie
Screaming, HORALE, ESE, with laces on a caddy

And you couldn't deny a hit from Buddah, Tye
Going round and the driveway, now it's coming my way
And I'm out at a young age
And the spruce street was my stage

Peep, now back then I was in the eighth grade,
But niggaz, my age was paid, already
Yeah, that nigga, Zam or even young, Blue
They made they first million by the age of,

Like, Dan from block, him and little Motor
James from Piru Street, with them
in peace, little Noopy, he didn't have to brag
Rollin' to the grade in a Fint, '0' rag

Well, goddamn, how can I be
I ask my sister, Jack for some help and she me, look around
Nigga, they don't sell dope, it sells
While they kick back and just the wealth

And now I'm thinking, ain't nothing fly, about these dirty ass,
T-shirt dingy, prowings
This be a way to flip that little, funky, twenty dollars, that I earned
Right then, is when I learned

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in
But niggaz like me, in making dollars
'Cause when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue
You know the still good to you

Yes, yes
Some believe in love and some in friends
But niggaz like me, believe in ends
'Cause even when, yo, bitch to trick around
You know the money's got you and sound

Peep, I gets a dub on the first and fifteenth, for a
So, instead of spending it up, I my money to Jack
Now she jump in the Regal and said, "I'll be back"
When she in, she put me down with a plastic sack

I my forty into eighty and that was my profit
I'm keepin' my rocks in the house and not in my
Sister, Jackie in the kitchen with some water, baking soda
Fresh powder, baby bottles, making boulders

Checking a fat grip, rocks to tricks
Donzelly, sticks, went and bought 'em a six
And five-hundred, block, peach, thangs, ya see
Moving gallon after and key after key

I'm telling you, I done, it all
From, niggaz, hitting the Sherman and the out on the wall
From cluckers, wanting a hit so bad, they let panties fall
Teeth rotten, hair gone and checks, get blown

But then, I'm still these pebbles like Bam Bam
Saved them, rocks, to the 'em, tic-toc
I went wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini
While my rocks is like the great Houdini

I bought a of clothes, all of my equipment
And getting somthing new with and every shipment
Money gets made and money spent
And how jealous niggaz acting, only makes it evident that

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in
But niggaz like me, believe in making
'Cause when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue
You know the money's still to you

Yes, yes
Some believe in love and believe in friends
But like me, believe in making ends
even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around
You the money's got you safe and sound

Check, now in 1981, away to L.A.
My niggaz, playa, Ham and Gina me a place to stay
On my way up bottom rock, bitches, starting to jock
'Cause my hair is getting and games, getting stronger

To pull my own weight, I and got me a job
But by then, Ham and Gina started to squab
About weather, I go or stay
She told him he goes or you go, we both was on our way

So, he moved and took me with him on, two-thousand-one,
Clowning playas, all around me, just astounding
My nigga, pimpin, Carl got staring that hair an
Rolling up and down the street in that, rag seven Darren

Shaby, feathered, as he swerved
In the 'E l Co-P, 6, away from the curve
Big jam, L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the
That nigga Top Big Shane, and Tweed up the weed

And hoes, come and go in and out
door, leaving with some, nut in they mouth
I'm making a living of pimpin' so you fools trip
even though, I love God, I also love my grip

Some believe in Jesus, some in Allah
But niggaz like me, in making dollars
'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be
You the money's still good to you

Yes, yes
Some believe in and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me, in making ends
'Cause even when, yo, wants to trick around
You know the money's got you and sound

Ooh, yeah, safe and sound,
Safe and sound, baby, ooh,
Safe and sound yeah, and sound

Gotta let you know, gotta let you
let you know, Compton's in the house