Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

Remember back in the days, when niggaz had
shades, and corn braids
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 ninety
Niggaz is gettin g, believe me
Talk slick, you get neck slit quick
Cause real street niggaz havin that shit
techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, shootin all day
Wait for niggaz to step up on fightin shit
We get hype and shit and lifin shit
So step away with your fight 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 this to me, is a
I hear you motherfuckers about it
But I stay seein bodies with the motherfuckin chalk it
And I'm with the shit too
For the stupid wanna try to use kung-fu
Instead of a he tried scrappin
Slugs in his and, that's what the fucks happenin
When you sleep on the
Little motherfuckers with heat, ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we comin to the
To make sure the cryin and ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our used to take care of us
Look at em now, even fuckin scared of us
Callin the city for help they can't maintain
Damn, done changed

If I in the rap game
I'd probably have a key deep in the crack game
the streets is a short stop
Either slingin crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, it's hard being young from the
Eatin five cent gums not where your meals comin from
And now the gettin crazier and major
Kids younger than me, they got the sky pagers
Goin town, blowin up
Six months later all the bodies showin 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 a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, done changed