Luyện nghe bài hát Thangs Change

Simpty is for simp ass niggaz
Talkin' lot, 'til I spray [Incomprehensible] niggaz
Whenever talklin' shit, I rip 'em
And niggaz I come equip when I whip them

Thangs change, everything has

You say how can I make dirty raps
Number one albums, to back
If it was 1950, do you I'd sell, no
probably throw me straight to jail

I tell you life ain't what it used to be
Between you and me,
changed, were losing our minds
The won't help 'cause they refuse to find

A solution to the of the inner streets
It's a what our kids are beginning to be
Pregnant teenagers, young gun
There ain't no love, ain't nothin' but anger

We go to church and can't pray in school
Listen real close to what I'm fool
I know kids who went to together
Now all grown up, tryin' to kill each other

Shootouts in the is where it goes down
But back in the days, we rode the go round
And some little kid might shoot me
And I always used to wonder what the be like

words on the TV and radio
You wanna see sex, it on HBO
Late at night, you see freak women
Sex sale, why I keep pimpin'

I grew up in the 70s', like Crooklyn
But I was in not Brooklyn
I could tell the whole was going crazy
But it really happen 'til the 80s'

With free and smokin' crack
A lotta people learned not to joke with
Streets flooded, with homeless
families, lives gone up in smoke

We're all related to a crack
Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' and wanna go to bed
Layin' there 'bout things
About the way life

How women used to like to decent clothes
Now they curse like men and dress hoe's
You supposed to be a virgin you marry
But girls find it normal to carry a baby

havin' babies
Rappers like me disrespectin' ladies
Wonder why like that, well so do I
But I just turn my back and I go get high

I get paid real good to talk bad about a bitch
And you bought it, so be mad I got rich
Ask grandparents, is life the same
Man change

Everything changed, everything has
Thangs

used to be a time when old folks were respected
Kids talkin' was never accepted
Get spanked and your mouth got out with soap
But kids nowadays will curse out old

Then you tell me I to be a role model
And get these off the 40ounce bottles
But I'm not the one who made alcohol
Liquor on every corner that's why we go

Buy and go get drunk
Don't our kids, like no good punks
And then they grow up to be criminals
Shoot 'em up, slang dope pimpin' hoe's

I know its that don't believe
I'm sayin' on the mic right
So baby, D won't you tell them what like

It's kinda hard up as a youngster
I gotta deal the roof that I'm under
Even though my got it hard
My passed away, now I'm stuck without a father

But times have bro
I never ever seen Santa Claus comin' through the
But you what I always see
I see the white man robbin' the black man back G

And I even get in trouble for it
And I don't see nothin'
Always tryin' to beat the black man to
Punk police tryna hide your badge

tryin' arrest somebody
All we do is beat him with the Billy club
I come, I comin' with my gun
I'm shootin' in the head now what

I tell you life is too short for it to be like
We gotta be leaders, follow the pack
all them fiends in the streets smokin' crack
What you life is what it gives you back

'Cause in the ghetto ain't nothin' new
But when you the money gotta know what to do
Buy you a or buy you a house
Just so the police wipe you out

I heard it in the streets, say you the man
So try to your brothers and lend a helpin' hand
Now we gone do

We came to stack bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti
I said we came to them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti
Now run up and get gun up the black
I'm hittin' blackjack like the casino when I mack

What you wanna play Al Pacino with this
Type of style the lyricist this funk of hits
[Incomprehensible] and the I drop
know I come down and show me [Incomprehensible]

I don't really care, from the or the rear
Word to your mother I'm bout to and smear
It's that master all I
Chain that I swing from the is irrelevant

For you motherfucker just up to the M I C
I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and G
It's Malik and I freak obsolete
My technique know I flow over beats

Like water, slaughter in yo daughter
And my up in her jaws when she suckin' on my balls
Yiggy y'all best to ask somebody
'Cause I'm shootin' motherfuckers down the shotty

It's that motherfuckin' master
It's, mister, mister, ghetto, ghetto