Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

Remember in the days, when niggaz had waves
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 your pagers, to nineteen three
Niggaz is gettin smoked g, me
Talk slick, you get neck slit quick
Cause real 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 fist ways
Motherfucker this back in the days, but you don't hear me though

No more leave-io, one two three
One two three, all of this to me, is a
I hear you motherfuckers talk 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
Instead of a mac-10 he scrappin
Slugs in his back and, what the fucks happenin
When you on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet
And we comin to the
To sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our used to take care of us
Look at em now, they fuckin scared of us
the city for help because they can't maintain
Damn, done changed

If I wasn't in the rap
I'd probably have a key deep in the crack game
the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a jumpshot
Shit, it's hard being from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals comin
And now the shit's crazier and major
younger than me, they got the sky grand pagers
Goin town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the
But I gotta go the body
Damn, happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a gettin took out
Shit, my got cancer in her breast
ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed