Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

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

No cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of to me, is a mystery
I hear you motherfuckers about it
But I stay seein 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 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, what the fucks happenin
When you on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we to the wake
To sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our used to take care of us
at em now, they even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they maintain
Damn, shit changed

If I wasn't in the rap
I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack
the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked
Shit, it's being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where meals comin from
And now the shit's gettin and major
Kids younger than me, they got the sky grand
Goin outta town, up
Six months later all the bodies showin up
It make me wanna the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the
Damn, what happened to the summertime
Everytime I around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done