Luyện nghe bài hát Jus Lyke Compton

Finally out the C P T
Off to other cities and shit, no longer just an hit
Moving thangs, a nigga made good
And made a name off of making tapes for in the hood
And now, let me tell a little
About the places that I been to and the that I been through
fightin' and shootouts and bangin' and shit
All because a made a hit, check it

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' a nigga would hit
Then we broke out with the fonky
bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud
I was doing the shit hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to that it wasn't no other cities like this
And that they didn't this
Compton was the home of a foot in yo ass, where you got blast
And now that's a thing of the past

Let me tell ya why firsthand, we did a show up in
And niggaz was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't new
And slangin' nothin' new
And for every nigga we done they done shot two
Straight through and on since the sixties before I was
Families of niggaz mourn
So I'm just you know
That if ya plan to a trip to the bay keep your hand on the clip

Because
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah, I'm telling y'all
(It's jus lyke for y'all)

Moving on to St. Louis, where the is fucked
With gold ain't hey mouth, but they still know what's up
it's hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss
That's why I my ass on the bus
But later on, it cooled off we came down
And met a couple of friends, who put us up on the St. cap
The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and
And a couple of

Then they us to a man named Gus in a store
He put me with a herringbone and shoes galore
That's when I started thinking that this like home
But then they had to me wrong
'Cuz later that night we did the show
We back to the after set, and wouldn't ya know
Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrapping and shootin' in
Damn, how could this

Now St.
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah y'all, St.
(It's jus lyke for y'all)

I don't think know, they too crazy for their own good
They need to stop watchin' that Colors and in the Hood
Too claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw
And ever seen the Shaw
But now, to the story that I'm tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one more time and bailin'
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat
When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse donkey and boots

I guess Texas ain't no from the rest
And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the
And before it was the shit got deep
A got shot in the face, and was dead in the street
Then came in the club thinkin' of scrappin'
did they know that we was packin'
Yeah, we was 'em down and squaring the rest, shit
I even had to the bulletproof vest

Now San
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah, San
(It's jus Compton for y'all)

After a on the road
We came and I can safely say
That L.A. is a much better place to
How could a bunch of niggaz in a town this
Have such a big influence on niggaz so far
But still my story ain't 'cuz I got one more to tell
And the people of Colorado, know it well
It was all in the news and if you remember
I had this I did in Denver

a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink
Bitches was it, but niggaz was shovin' and shit
To the of the stage to throw their gang signs
But I'm getting paid so I pay it no mind
Then I poured out my brew their face and chest
Then start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my guests
it was over two niggaz needed stitches
Got in they jaw for being punk ass bitches

Now
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah y'all,
(They be like Compton, bitch)

And ya know that
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah y'all, St.
(It's jus Compton)

Uh-huh, San
(It's jus Compton)
Yeah, and
(They be like Compton, punk ass niggaz)
I thought ya
(Yeah)