Luyện nghe bài hát Thangs Change

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

Thangs change, has changed

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

I tell you just ain't what it used to be
Between you and me,
Everybody's changed, losing our minds
The government won't 'cause they refuse to find

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

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

Shootouts in the playground is where it goes
But in the days, we rode the merry go round
And some kid might shoot me tonight
And I always to wonder what the future be like

Curse on the TV and radio
You see sex, turn it on HBO
at night, you see women freak women
Sex sale, that's why I 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 didn't happen 'til the

With free basin' and crack
A lotta people not to joke with that
Streets flooded, homeless folks
Whole families, gone up in smoke

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

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

Babies babies
like me always disrespectin' ladies
Wonder why like that, well so do I
But I turn my back and then I go get high

'Cause I get paid good to talk bad about a bitch
And you bought it, so don't be mad I got
Ask your grandparents, is life the
Man thangs

Everything changed, has changed
Thangs

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

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

Buy 40ounces and go get
Don't support our kids, no good punks
And then grow up to be hardcore criminals
Shoot 'em up, dope always pimpin' hoe's

I know its those that don't
What I'm 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 moms got it
My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck a father

But times changed bro
I never ever Santa Claus comin' through the ghetto
But you know what I see
I always see the man robbin' the black man back G

And I even get in trouble for it
And I see nothin' forward
Always tryin' to beat the black man to
Punk police tryna hide your badge

Always tryin' somebody
All we gotta do is beat him with the club
Here I come, I with my gun
I'm shootin' in the police now what

I tell you life is too short for it to be that
We gotta be leaders, can't the pack
With all them fiends in the smokin' crack
What you give is what it gives you back

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

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

We to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti
I we came to stack 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 play like Al Pacino with this
Type of style the lyricist this funk of hits
[Incomprehensible] and the I drop
Motherfuckers I come down and show me [Incomprehensible]

I don't really care, from the front or the
Word to your mother I'm to smother and smear
that master all I intelligent
Chain that I swing from the is irrelevant

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

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

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