Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, South Central,
Long Beach, Inglewood, L.A.
West for life
Live and die for shit

Yeah, when I was young livin' on the run
11 old, real life, no goals
little sips in the cut
I'm takin' hits in the cut

Before they called me Kurupt
Ridin' down the I'ma tell you how I grew up
I was always in the mix, too for sticks
Ty, tell 'em that Watts experience

In Watts, a couldn't wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, free your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice cream
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, bucks

You could me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my Porky
And as I take you down my memory
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days, let 'em know

Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days

I ain't change ****, I'm just
**** bein' broke I'm filthy
Got a with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my up

And I remember all the young soldiers in the tryin' to gang bang
a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I exactly how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside I die, c'mon

I got a lot of in me, I was thinkin'
years older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle Jam's army, the old love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', that they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big spin
I want Dana's, 'cause all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I

I used to eatin' polly seeds and chico sticks
me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us down on the
'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

Truth is, I ran when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my had holes in the soles
I had three shirts, two pair of Girbauds
the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes

Mom's left me out in the
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his
I was livin' with a blind vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I never see prison

And to all my homies, we don't pour out liquor
We poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto
Whether it was or straight coke we found a way
Hey, and the memories of and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days

I remember when I to say I wanna rap and sing
All my **** to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my
But now, and a damn thing changed

From ghetto to Coca-Cola
All my people locked got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act that?
It's baby boy, holla back, back
So let me you down my memory lane
Reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, ohh

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm 'bout my ghetto days

Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days