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
skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, brews
With the crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked g, me
Talk slick, you get your neck quick
Cause real street niggaz ain't havin that
techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin all day
for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin
So step away with your fist 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 this to me, is a
I hear you talk about it
But I stay seein with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm down with the 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
When you on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a six feet deep
And we to the wake
To make the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they can't
Damn, done changed

If I wasn't in the rap
I'd have a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short
Either slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, it's being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not where your meals comin from
And now the shit's crazier 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 grab the and the shottie
But I gotta go the body
Damn, happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a nigga took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things changed