Luyện nghe bài hát The Way Life Used to Be

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

it back to the Afros and the naturals
Cape cutter picks, we slips into the back
O.G., my nigger, for though
Straight up off that East Side, top of the hill,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 the east

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

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

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

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

Wanna be like, 'cause the C make you wanna G like
Now who you wanna be
That fool on the TV
Or the homie on the corner gettin' major

In the Cadillac, like Battlecat
A nigger money, don't know how to act
Smoke your eyes get cataracts
All money nonsense, yeah, of that

sack, run it back
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 come
And my granny said 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