Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

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

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

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

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

You could catch me in the middle of the
Slapboxin' with my ****
And as I take you my memory lane
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days, let 'em know

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

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

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

I got a lot of rider in me, I was
years older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' Uncle 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 homies
I want Dana's, 'cause all I see
like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

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

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

is, I ran away when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my had holes in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two pair of
Spent the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his

Mom's left me out in the
Worse than that my man took five shots and he lose his soul
I was livin' with a blind vision
And no matter how I tried, I could never see prison

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

Damn, I my ghetto days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight coke we a way
Hey, and the of Eazy 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' my ghetto days

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

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

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like
It's 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' 'bout my 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' '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

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