Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West Coast for
Live and die for shit

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

Before they even me Kurupt
Ridin' the blocks I'ma tell you how I grew up
I was always in the mix, too for sticks
Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts

In Watts, a **** couldn't for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice trucks
All my nickel-baggin' it, hustlin' bucks

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

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

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

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

I got a lot of in me, I was thinkin'
Couple older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
'bout Uncle Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm just up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

was crackin', doin' that they got Schwinns
On watchin' all the big homies 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
Watch me jump up in the 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 of ****, yeah

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

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

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

And to all my dead homies, we pour out liquor
We poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to in groups
who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight we found a way
Hey, and the memories of Eazy and
California, we all we got, we got, we got

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

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

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

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

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act that?
It's your boy, holla back, back
So let me take you my memory lane
Reminiscin' 'bout my days, ohh girl

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

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