Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
West Coast for
Live and die for this

Yeah, when I was livin' life on the run
11 old, real life, no goals
Sneakin' little in the cut
I'm takin' lil' in the cut

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

In Watts, a **** wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free your
We stay fallin' off ice cream trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, bucks

You could catch me in the middle of the
Slapboxin' with my Porky
And as I you down my memory 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 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

I change ****, I'm just busy
bein' broke **** I'm filthy
Got a with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the gettin' my money up

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

I got a lot of in me, I was thinkin'
Couple years older, 14 smokin' and
Thinkin' Uncle Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang bang

Crenshaw was crackin', that they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big homies
I want Dana's, that's all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I

I used to eatin' polly seeds and chico sticks
me jump up in the bush 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' 'bout my ghetto
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 days

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

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

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

Damn, I miss my ghetto
Whether it was Coca-Cola or coke we found 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' '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

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

ghetto 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 act like that?
It's your boy, holla back, back
So let me you down my memory lane
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 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' 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 ghetto