Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

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

No cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of to me, is a mystery
I hear you talk about it
But I seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm with the shit too
For the stupid wanna try to use kung-fu
Instead of a mac-10 he scrappin
Slugs in his and, that's what the fucks happenin
When you on the street
Little with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the
To make sure the and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to care of us
Look at em now, 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 in the crack game
Because the streets is a stop
Either you're slingin crack or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, it's being young from the slums
five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin from
And now the shit's gettin crazier and
Kids younger than me, they got the sky grand
outta town, blowin up
Six months all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the and the shottie
But I gotta go the body
Damn, what to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done