Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Dayz

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
West Coast for
Live and die for shit

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

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

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

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

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 'bout my ghetto days

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

And I all the young soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a
For real, I exactly how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside 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 up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

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

I to love eatin' polly seeds and chico sticks
Watch me 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
'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

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

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

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

And to all my homies, we don't pour out liquor
We just poke our out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto
it was Coca-Cola or straight 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' my ghetto days
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

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

From superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got but love for ya
strong, 'cause we know 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, back, back
So let me take you down my 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' 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 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