Luyện nghe bài hát Thangs Change

Simpty is for simp ass niggaz
Talkin' lot, 'til I spray dumpin' niggaz
Whenever talklin' shit, I rip 'em
And niggaz know I come equip I whip them

change, everything has changed

You say how can I make these raps
Number one albums, to back
If it was 1950, do you I'd sell, no
They throw me straight to jail

I tell you life just what it used to be
you and me, exclusively
Everybody's changed, losing our minds
The won't help 'cause they refuse to find

A solution to the of the inner streets
It's a what our kids are beginning to be
Pregnant teenagers, gun slangers
ain't no love, there ain't nothin' but anger

We don't go to church and pray in school
Listen close to what I'm sayin' fool
I kids who went to school together
Now they all up, tryin' to kill each other

Shootouts in the playground is where it down
But in the days, we rode the merry go round
And some kid might shoot me tonight
And I used to wonder what the future be like

Curse on the TV and radio
You wanna see sex, it on HBO
Late at night, you see women freak
Sex sale, that's why I keep

I grew up in the 70s', like Crooklyn
But I was in not Brooklyn
I could tell the whole world was going
But it really happen 'til the 80s'

With free and smokin' crack
A lotta people learned not to joke that
flooded, with homeless folks
Whole families, gone up in smoke

We're all related to a head
Sometimes I wake up in the mornin' and go back to bed
Layin' there 'bout things
About the way change

How women used to like to wear clothes
Now they curse like men and dress like
You supposed to be a virgin 'til you
But girls find it normal to carry a baby

Babies babies
Rappers like me disrespectin' ladies
Wonder why like that, well so do I
But I just turn my back and then I go get

'Cause I get paid real good to talk bad about a
And you bought it, so be mad I got rich
Ask your grandparents, is life the
Man thangs

changed, everything has changed
Thangs

There used to be a when old folks were respected
talkin' back was never accepted
Get and your mouth got washed out with soap
But kids nowadays will curse out old

Then you tell me I need to be a model
And get babies off the 40ounce bottles
But I'm not the one who alcohol legal
Liquor stores on every that's why we go

Buy 40ounces and go get
Don't support our kids, like no punks
And then they grow up to be hardcore
'em up, slang dope always pimpin' hoe's

I know its those don't believe
I'm sayin' on the mic right
So baby, D won't you them what it's like

It's hard comin' up as a youngster
I gotta deal with the that I'm under
Even though my moms got it
My daddy passed away, now I'm stuck a father

But times changed bro
I never ever Santa Claus comin' through the ghetto
But you what I always see
I always see the white man robbin' the man back G

And I don't even get in for it
And I don't see nothin'
tryin' to beat the black man to death
Punk police tryna behind your badge

Always arrest somebody
All we gotta do is beat him the Billy club
Here I come, I comin' my gun
I'm in the head police now what

I tell you life is too short for it to be like
We gotta be leaders, can't follow the
With all fiends in the streets smokin' crack
you give life is what it gives you back

'Cause in the ghetto ain't nothin' new
But when you make the money gotta know to do
Buy you a or buy you a house
Just so the police wipe you out

I it in the streets, they say you the man
So try to help brothers and lend a helpin' hand
Now we gone do

We came to them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti
I we came to stack them bodies, killin' everybody like John Gotti
Now run up and get gun up the black
I'm hittin' blackjack like the casino when I mack

What you wanna play Al Pacino with this
of style with the lyricist this funk of hits
[Incomprehensible] and the biscuits I
Motherfuckers know I down and show me [Incomprehensible]

I don't really care, the front or the rear
Word to your mother I'm bout to and smear
It's master all I intelligent
Chain that I from the others is irrelevant

For you motherfucker step up to the M I C
I'm down with Shorty, Ant Banks and G
It's and I freak it's obsolete
My technique know I flow over beats

Like water, slaughter in yo daughter
And my up in her jaws when she suckin' on my balls
Yiggy y'all best to ask somebody
I'm shootin' motherfuckers down with the shotty

It's that motherfuckin' blaster
It's, mister, mister, ghetto, ghetto