Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

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

No more cocoa leave-io, one two
One two three, all of to me, is a mystery
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, what the fucks happenin
When you on the street
motherfuckers 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 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, shit changed

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 being young from the
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where meals comin from
And now the gettin crazier and major
Kids than me, they got the sky grand pagers
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 identify the
Damn, what happened to the 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