Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

Remember back in the days, when had waves
Gazelle shades, and braids
Pitchin pennies, had the high top jellies
skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, brews
With the neighborhood crews, on the avenues
Turn pagers, to nineteen ninety three
Niggaz is gettin smoked g, me
Talk slick, you get neck slit quick
Cause street niggaz ain't havin that shit
Totin techs for rep, blunts in the project
Hallways, dice all day
Wait for niggaz to up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin
So step away with fist fight ways
Motherfucker ain't 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 you motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seein with the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm with the shit too
For the motherfuckers wanna try to use kung-fu
of a mac-10 he tried 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 to the wake
To make the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to care of us
at em now, they even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help because they maintain
Damn, shit done

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