Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

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

No cocoa leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a
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 motherfuckers try to use kung-fu
of a mac-10 he tried scrappin
Slugs in his back and, that's what the happenin
When you sleep on the
Little motherfuckers 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 to take care of us
Look at em now, they even scared of us
Callin the city for help because they maintain
Damn, shit done

If I in the rap game
I'd probably a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked
Shit, it's hard young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin your meals comin from
And now the shit's gettin crazier and
younger than me, they got the sky grand 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 the body
Damn, what happened to the summertime
Everytime I turn around a nigga took out
Shit, my got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done