Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

Remember in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn
Pitchin pennies, had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin
With the neighborhood crews, hangin on the
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety
is gettin smoked g, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit
Cause real street niggaz ain't havin shit
Totin techs for rep, blunts in the project
Hallways, dice all day
for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin
So step away with your fist ways
Motherfucker this ain't back in the days, but you don't 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 bodies the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm with the shit too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use
Instead of a mac-10 he scrappin
in his back and, that's what the fucks happenin
When you sleep on the
Little motherfuckers heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we to the wake
To make sure the and commotion ain't a motherfuckin fake
in the days, our parents used to take care of us
Look at em now, they even scared of us
Callin the city for help they can't maintain
Damn, shit done

If I in the rap game
I'd probably have a key knee deep in the game
the streets is a short stop
Either you're slingin crack or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, it's hard being young from the
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where your meals from
And now the gettin 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 grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the
Damn, happened to the summertime cookouts?
Everytime I turn around a gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done