Luyện nghe bài hát Back In Da Day

A thug changes, and love
and best become strangers
A thug changes, and changes
(yo, uh)

Can it be, that i stayed away for too
Did i your mind when i was gone?
Baby ain't no need to pretend I aint live
I'm like a Michael from the Jackson Five (HEE HEEE)
But you don't feel me, the industry for years been to kill me
Me and my niggas in the cracks like roaches
Always runnin from the Raids when the cops
Man my style is just too
Been spitting potent for years, that's why I overdoses
Now I'm tell you how it all began
Eminem
Before all of
I'm a tell you how tried to play me
How my city betrayed me, made me fuckin go
Made me carry the AK in the with my base

worlds so cold
I'm a let you
You can't get away with tryin to steal my

In eighty-eight I set up shop before detroit had
Kid Rock never rode a down my block
Homie the Clown?
And thats about the ICP put it down
Detroits most wanted, K-Ice and Maistro and
I was at the Disk, spendin' with Gregg Riley
though we was movin units every day
Still no love or radio play
because I won't pay payola
Known in the streets for moving yoca
Me and my brother, trying to get up out the
Take care of my mother, cause I her
It was no hip hop shops or battles
Only a full of snakes that rattle
Remember "Sugar is and salt is salt"
If they didnt records, its not my fault
I used to watch the scene Natt Morris
I dedicate this to Detroit, now I'm a the chorus

So high you cant get it
So you cant get over it
So low thats why i'm it
So low thats why i'm it

up
A real soldier learn to take
So his is still pulled through in the fourth quarter
I know you cant believe that you've all been
Its like a sayin her hairs real but its a weave
Feminem is a
is an age
She lives 8 mile, but still can get gauged
Kill the fetus, please believe this, to Jesus
I got with the blowoff in they freezers
is facts and fictions fictions
If you cant the heat stay up out the kitchen
I remember Hellter Skkkelter
Devils Night, I could of burned down the shelter
We was Awesome Dre
Detroit way before you meant Dr. Gay
All my underground up at c Notes
Open mic spitting wicket that we wrote
There wasn't no East to Coast
Awol, Rap Mafia, DJ Eazy B and Los.

This so cold
I'm a let you
You can't get away with to steal my flow