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 years old, real life, no
Sneakin' little in the cut
I'm takin' lil' in the cut

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

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

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

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

I ain't change ****, I'm busy
**** bein' **** 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 in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how y'all
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside I die, c'mon

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

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

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

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

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

And to all my dead homies, we don't out liquor
We just our chest 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 my ghetto days
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 reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

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

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

From ghetto superstar to
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 baby boy, holla back,
So let me take you down my memory
Reminiscin' 'bout my days, ohh girl

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' '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
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' my ghetto days