Luyện nghe bài hát The Way Life Used to Be

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

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

I'm at the overview
Thinkin' '86, damn, I was overdue
Walkin' in the hood, makin' mix
to walk up about the hood
While I'm chucking at the

Nigger, about the hood that I came from
It raised me real crazy, what up, oopsy daisy
or a heathen, schemin' while I'm dreamin'
Screamin' to get even, is believin'
And you forget that, get it to you, get back
Hit that kick back, three one away

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm clear on my choice and what's is
I can still my grandma's voice
She say, "Day turn to night and turn 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 walk, 'cause you don't talk
And these was the rules, squeeze on these
I came up in a era, homie
the G's is the G's and the little wannabe's really want it

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

In the Cadillac, beatin' Battlecat
A nigger money, don't know how to act
Smoke till your eyes get
All money nonsense, yeah, none of

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

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

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