Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
West for life
Live and die for shit

Yeah, when I was livin' life on the run
11 years old, life, no goals
little sips in the cut
I'm takin' hits in the cut

Before they even called me
Ridin' down the blocks tell you how I grew up
I was in the mix, too young for sticks
Ty, tell 'em 'bout Watts experience

In Watts, a **** wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll your mind
We stay fallin' off ice cream trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, bucks

You catch me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my Porky
And as I take you down my lane
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days, let 'em know

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

I ain't change ****, I'm busy
**** bein' broke **** I'm
Got a problem with me holla at me, I'll be in six months
I'm on the road my money up

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang
Slang a bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, 'til I die, c'mon

I got a lot of rider in me, I was
Couple years older, 14 and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm gettin' up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that they got
On Sundays watchin' all the big spin
I Dana's, 'cause that's all I see
That's the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

I used to love eatin' polly seeds and sticks
me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my first piece of ****,

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

Truth is, I ran when I was 5 years old
Ran my And-1's had holes in the soles
I had three shirts, two pair of Girbauds
the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes

Mom's me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his
I was with a blind man's vision
And no how hard I tried, I could never see prison

And to all my homies, we don't pour out liquor
We just poke our out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, to school in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or

Damn, I miss my days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or coke we found a way
Hey, and the memories of and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days

I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and
All my **** to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my
But now, and ain't a damn changed

From superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got nothin' but for ya
strong, 'cause we know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like
your baby boy, holla back, back
So let me take you down my memory
Reminiscin' 'bout my days, ohh girl

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto