Luyện nghe bài hát The Way Life Used to Be

It's all
Reflections of the way used to be
all right

Take it back to the Afros and the
Cape picks, we slips into the back holes
O.G., my nigger, for real
Straight up off East Side, top of the hill, y'all

I'm lookin' at the
'bout '86, damn, I was overdue
Walkin' in the hood, mix tapes
Tryin' to walk up the hood
I'm chucking at the hood

Nigger, talk about the hood that I came
It raised me crip crazy, what up, oopsy daisy
or a heathen, schemin' while I'm dreamin'
Screamin' to get even, is believin'
And don't you forget that, get it to you, get
Hit that kick back, three flies one

Reminisce about the that my grand mama use to say
"Stay in own lane, stay on your own
And quick trying to be
Day turn to night and turn to fight"

all right
Yeah, I guess my was right
Reflections of the way life to be
all right

I like them girls Ladera Heights or the girls on Hills
I a trip up the World On Wheels and get in a fight
it back to my ride
Pop shots at some suckers disrespectin' the

My big homie, my cuzzo, schoolyard
Slid me away, just to get me
I'm just a Long Beach nigger of my hood
I'm bangin', but doin' it good

And I get locked down there ain't hidin' and wonderin'
As as I hit the County, I'm up in 48 hundred
the dealers, the killers, the realers, the beast
The best from the west and the beast from the

Yeah, I'm acting a
I'm my degree from gladiator school
I chose this 'cause I knows this life
Sell a crack and my flows is tight

I'm on my choice and what's cold is
I can still hear my grandma's
She say, "Day turn to night and play to fight"

all right
Shit, I guess my granny was
of the way life used to be
It's all

If you get caught then you don't walk, 'cause you don't
And these was the rules, squeeze on fools
I came up in a era, homie
Where the G's is the G's and the wannabe's really want it

Wanna be like, 'cause the C life make you wanna G
Now who you wanna be
That on the TV screen
Or the homie on the corner major cream?

In the Cadillac, beatin' Battlecat
A nigger with money, know how to act
Smoke till your eyes get
All money nonsense, yeah, of that

Quarter sack, run it
him back, lock him up, bag him up, front him that
If a trick, jump the track, do you want your back?
Lil bitch was a rat

Watch for the act
this gonna come
And my said it's no fun
She say, "Day turn to and play turn to fight"

It's all
Yeah, I guess my granny was
Reflections of the way used to be
all right