Luyện nghe bài hát These Are the Daze

Heh, y'all remember in the days
When niggaz to get they ass whooped for snakin cars
And had to go strip your own off the tree
These are the

[Chorus: Daddy + (singer)]
(These are the days)
These are the (when we parlay)
When we (just me and my team)
Me and my team (out livin our dream)
Ha, ha ha, (look how far we've come)
how far we come (doin what we love)
Doin what we (cause these are the days)
(ballin, we hold on)

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And I remember back in the days, if you ain't a nigga
You let him know, then you for a fave
And then he coulda got a up
Me and you after in the front and we can tear it up
And everybody know about it
Yep, so put down your set, and shut up, and be about it
everybody done lost one
But come home cryin unless your ass mind another one
And your ass better fight
And you not run and let it get back to mom
Cause, daddy made no punks (uh-uh)
And, momma ain't raised no (no way)
So, go for what you know
Cause a lil' childhood fight's alright, but that's as far as it
Cause we'll be best of friends
ever disagreein, now that's a friend, c'mon

[Chorus w/ minor

Daddy]
Now leave the guns and the crack and the alone
It's, on the microphone, and I can
see right in front your home
Far as the kid's concerned, let him and learn
And let him to be older than us
Teach him more gangbangin, drug deals and hold-ups
And slow up, hold drinkin just a little bit
And when they wanna get high, just let 'em this
And let 'em hit it 'til OD
Cause when they sober up, gon' love and respect us
Now we mo' doctors, lawyers
Teachers, preachers, and deep-sea

These are the days, Lord these are the
These are the days (these are the days) Lord are the days
(for the thugs)

Daddy]
Whatever happened to the momma and daddy
And why you cuss so much, in front of these old folks
That lady about seventy-five old
That's my age, and fo' times yours
I momma taught you better than that
Believe like this'll give the ol' girl a heart attack
Always about child abuse and child neglect
the hell did you get that?
Shit the last I checked
You ever lost self-respect, you got it put on your ass for
And it happened right where it went wrong
Part one's now, part at home
So from now on, it's yes or no sir
Put that behind you, questions and
Followed by thank you or no
Or may I be excused without bein rude

[Chorus w/ variations]

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Daddy]
Hold on, so this here teach you a lesson y'know
Kids, y'know listen to teachers at school and
Parents, to pay attention to your kids at home
Therefore uh, know how to be hard on a abuser
Child neglecter, where nobody call HRS on us
Beat they lil' bad ass they get out of line
That's what my momma did - fo'
nuttin wrong with a lil' ass whuppin
The swellin go down and the bleedin gon' stop
But ass'll be alive, I'll bet you that
And umm, I put on Pearl