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, motherfuckers was all
Loungin at the barbeques, drinkin
With the neighborhood crews, hangin on the
Turn pagers, to nineteen ninety three
is gettin smoked g, believe me
Talk slick, you get your neck slit
Cause real street niggaz havin that shit
Totin techs for rep, smokin blunts in the
Hallways, shootin all day
Wait for niggaz to up on some fightin shit
We get hype and shit and start shit
So step with your fist fight ways
Motherfucker this ain't in the days, but you don't hear me though

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

If I in the rap game
I'd probably a key knee deep in the crack game
Because the streets is a short
Either you're slingin crack rock or you got a jumpshot
Shit, hard being young from the slums
Eatin five cent gums not knowin where meals comin from
And now the shit's crazier and major
Kids younger than me, got the sky grand pagers
Goin outta town, up
Six later all the dead bodies showin up
It make me wanna grab the nine and the
But I gotta go the body
Damn, happened to the summertime cookouts?
I turn around a nigga gettin took out
Shit, my got cancer in her breast
ask me why I'm motherfuckin stressed, things done changed