Luyện nghe bài hát Things Done Changed

Remember back in the days, when had waves
shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top
Shootin skelly, was all friendly
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin
the neighborhood crews, hangin on the avenues
Turn your pagers, to nineteen ninety
Niggaz is gettin g, believe me
slick, you get your neck slit quick
Cause street niggaz ain't havin that shit
Totin techs for rep, blunts in the project
Hallways, dice all day
Wait for niggaz to up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start lifin
So step away with fist fight ways
Motherfucker this back in the days, but you don't hear me though

No more cocoa leave-io, one two
One two three, all of this to me, is a
I you motherfuckers talk about it
But I stay seein bodies the motherfuckin chalk around it
And I'm down with the too
For the stupid motherfuckers wanna try to use
Instead of a mac-10 he tried
Slugs in his back and, that's the fucks happenin
you sleep on the street
Little motherfuckers with heat, want ta leave a six feet deep
And we comin to the
To make sure the cryin and ain't a motherfuckin fake
Back in the days, our parents used to care of us
Look at em now, they even scared of us
Callin the city for help because can't maintain
Damn, done changed

If I in the rap game
I'd probably have a key knee in the crack game
Because the streets is a stop
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a wicked
Shit, it's hard young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where meals comin from
And now the shit's gettin and major
Kids younger than me, got the sky grand pagers
outta town, blowin up
Six months later all the dead showin up
It make me wanna grab the and the shottie
But I gotta go identify the
Damn, what happened to the cookouts?
Everytime I around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my got cancer in her breast
Don't ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things changed