Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

Remember in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top
Shootin skelly, was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, brews
the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety
is gettin smoked g, believe me
Talk slick, you get neck slit quick
Cause real street ain't havin that shit
Totin for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on some shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin
So step away with fist fight ways
Motherfucker this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me

No more leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of to me, is a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers talk it
But I stay bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm down the shit too
For the stupid wanna try to use kung-fu
Instead of a mac-10 he tried
Slugs in his back and, that's what the happenin
When you on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six deep
And we to the wake
To make sure the cryin and ain't a motherfuckin fake
in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even fuckin of us
Callin the city for help because they maintain
Damn, done changed

If I wasn't in the rap
I'd probably have a key deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a stop
Either slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, it's hard being young the slums
Eatin five cent gums not where your meals comin from
And now the shit's gettin crazier and
younger than me, they got the sky grand pagers
Goin outta town, up
Six months all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the
But I go identify the body
Damn, happened to the summertime cookouts?
I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got in her breast
ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed