Luyện nghe bài hát The Way Life Used to Be

It's all
Reflections of the way life to be
It's all

Take it to the Afros and the naturals
cutter picks, we slips into the back holes
O.G., my nigger, for though
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, makin' mix
to walk up about the hood
While I'm chucking at the

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

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

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

I like girls from Ladera Heights or the girls on Hills
I take a trip up the On Wheels and get in a fight
Make it back to my
Pop at some suckers disrespectin' the side

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

And when I get locked down there ain't 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 the east

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

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

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

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

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

In the Cadillac, like Battlecat
A nigger with money, know how to act
Smoke till eyes get cataracts
All nonsense, yeah, none of that

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

Watch for the act
'Cause this gonna
And my granny it's no fun
She say, "Day turn to night and turn to fight"

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