Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

Yeah, yeah, just bums we used to stay
In the of la by the way
Gang bangers each other for rep
Sellin' rock on my doorstep

Had a ball to bounce a bike to ride
But my mamma never let me play outside
But I got enrolled in elementary school
Started bangin' a fucking fool

So cool throwin' up gang to the gangster beat
Shot an enemy from the street
Mamma home, said she got a good job
did too, now they don't squab

Financially, we
2 later, son, we movin'
No duckin' from shotgun shells
a two-story house in east palmdale
it to me now

(Hell yeah)
Come to me
(I you and I love you, baby)
Palmdale, back to me
(Check it out, check it out, it out)

No more rats and no roaches
Livin' next door to football
Now I got a new place to me crack
Now I got white kids to jack

I stopped wearin' blue, trippin' on red
Too busy squabbin' with the
Stupid questions, the class
Rubbin' white girls on the ass

I didn't care if I passed or failed
I knew I was for the NFL
Until the game, shoulder got hurt
I thought about my future, in the dirt

I can't jump, I can't
player, ridin' the bench
Graduate from school make me laugh
I got an F in basic math, give it to me now

(Hell yeah)
Come to me
(I gotta do one for my neighborhood)
Palmdale, back to me
(Check it out)

I knew I make it in the white man's world
So I bought me some khakis and a curl
I knew I make it to the NFL
I to east palmdale and started slingin' yeyo

Fo' sho' I was makin' dough
Shoulda dropped school a long time ago
Bought a phone, like a nut
Now I like pizza hut

I drunk and Bacardi, I sold dope to anybody
Me and my homies sold and dimes
Took turns bustin' rhymes just to the time

A man drove up to my spot
He said, "Hey, homeboy, you got?"
I put a fat rock inside his
And 25 sheriffs jumped out the van get down, punk

(Hell, yeah)
Come to me
(I you and I love you, baby)
Palmdale, back to me
(Check it out, check it out, it out)

get drunk, can't get blunted
LA county, 95
Crips wanna my all-stars
Bloods wanna eat my bars

Them woods don't want none
But the Mexicans own one
essays, catorces, treces always try to test me

So I off the bed 'cause I ain't no punk
Jammed his up against the bunk
Socked cholo in his chin
Black muthafucking to jump in

Sheriff broke it up when we hit the
I talkin' shit 'cause I want some more
Back in town, we get along with the
Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to me down

Jail is hell, but I'll adapt, won't hesitate to get in a
'Cause I'm down for mine, and for certain
in the hole with my knuckles hurtin'

(Hell, yeah)
Come to me
(I need you and I you, baby)
Palmdale, back to me
(Yeah it out, homeboy)

Now I got a fucking up life, two bad kids and a wife
Dead end job at the airport check too to pay the house note
Turn on the TV then I see different homeboys that went to with me
Playin' in the NFL we used to back in east palmdale

Williams, Lorenz tate
Zeno plays for Colorado
I wish my much success
But at the same time, I get depressed

through the wind with a cup full of gin
Thinkin' 'bout things coulda, woulda, shoulda been
I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish good to my peers

Come to me
(I need you and I you, baby)

Come to me
(Palmdale)
('Cause that's my heartache began, heartache began)

(Palmdale)
Come to me
(I need you and I you, baby)

(Oh yeah)
Come to me
('Cause that's where my heartache began, began)

(Yeah)
Come to me
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, y'all at man, yeah)
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I care if you in Japan, Africa)
Palmdale, back to me
(Hey you know how we to do it, man hey, hey, hey)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, what do we
(Yeyo)
Yo, where we to go?
(We to go back to jail)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, where we to go?
(We to go back to jail)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, we fittin' to go?
(We fittin' to go to jail)

Yo, let me get a
(Palm)
Yo, let me get a
(Dale)
Yo, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, where we to go?
(We to go back to jail)

Dale, palmdale
(Hey, come on everybody clap your hands)
Dale, you're
(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
Dale, you're
(What, what, what)
(Yo fuck AV on y'all)

(Where them at?)
You're
(It over 'til the fat man sings)

(Little can't get none, what, what, what)
palmdale
Dale, you're
(Little can't get none)