Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

Remember in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the top jellies
skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, brews
With the neighborhood crews, hangin on the
your pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin g, believe me
slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz havin that shit
Totin for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, dice all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on fightin shit
We get and shit and start lifin shit
So step away with your fist ways
Motherfucker this ain't in the days, but you don't hear me though

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

If I in the rap game
I'd probably have a key deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a stop
Either you're crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, it's hard young from the slums
Eatin cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the sky pagers
Goin town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead bodies up
It me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the
Damn, what happened to the summertime
Everytime I turn around a nigga gettin out
Shit, my momma got in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things changed