Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

Remember in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and braids
Pitchin pennies, had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all
Loungin at the barbeques, brews
With the crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen three
Niggaz is gettin g, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck quick
Cause real niggaz ain't havin that shit
techs for rep, smokin blunts in the project
Hallways, dice all day
for niggaz to step up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and lifin shit
So step away your fist fight ways
Motherfucker this ain't back in the days, but you don't hear me

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 chalk around it
And I'm down with the too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use
Instead of a mac-10 he scrappin
Slugs in his and, that's what the fucks happenin
you sleep on the street
Little with heat, want ta leave a nigga six feet deep
And we to the wake
To make sure the cryin and commotion ain't a motherfuckin
Back in the days, our parents used to care of us
Look at em now, they even fuckin 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 deep in the crack game
the streets is a short stop
Either you're crack rock or you got a wicked jumpshot
Shit, hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not where your meals comin from
And now the gettin crazier and major
Kids younger me, they got the sky grand pagers
Goin outta town, up
Six months later all the dead bodies up
It me wanna grab the nine and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the
Damn, what happened to the summertime
Everytime I turn a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my momma got cancer in her
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things changed