Luyện nghe bài hát Jus Lyke Compton

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

Nineteen ninety one, it was double or nothin' that a nigga hit
Then we broke out with the shit
bitches and niggaz and gettin' drunken off that bud
I was the shit they hadn't heard of
But foolish was I to think it wasn't no other cities like this
And that didn't like this
That 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 up in Oakland
And was kickin' up sand, to them bangin' ain't nothin' new
And slangin' nothin' new
And for every nigga we done shot they shot two
through and on since the sixties before I was born
Families of young niggaz
So I'm letting you know
That if ya plan to take a trip to the bay keep hand on the clip

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

on to St. Louis, where the country is fucked
With gold teeth ain't hey mouth, but they know what's up
Where hot as a motherfucker, hot enough to make ya cuss
why I kept my ass on the bus
But on, when 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, and Rich
And a couple of

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

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

I don't think they know, they too crazy for own good
need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz in the Hood
Too claiming Sixties, tryin' to be raw
And never ever seen the
But now, to the story that I'm tellin'
We packed up the tour bus one time and started bailin'
When we arrived I saw red and blue sweat
When I'm thinkin' 'bout donkey and cowboy boots

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

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

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

a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink
Bitches was loving it, but niggaz was and shit
To the of the stage to throw their gang signs
But I'm getting so I didn't 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 cracked in they jaw for being ass bitches

Now
(It's jus Compton)
y'all, Denver
(They wanna be Compton, bitch)

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

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