Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Days

Yeah,

Compton, Central, Watts
Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West Coast for
and die for this shit

Yeah, when I was young livin' on the run
11 years old, life, no goals
Sneakin' sips in the cut
I'm lil' hits in the cut

Before they even me Kurupt
Ridin' down the blocks tell you how I grew up
I was in the mix, too young for sticks
Ty, 'em 'bout that Watts experience

In Watts, a **** couldn't wait for the
barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind
We stay off them ice cream trucks
All my **** it, hustlin' bucks

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

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

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

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

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

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

I to love 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 used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my 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' my ghetto days
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my days

is, I ran away when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my had holes in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two of Girbauds
Spent the 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 his soul
I was with a blind man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could see prison

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

Damn, I miss my ghetto
Whether it was Coca-Cola or 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' 'bout my ghetto
Let me you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto

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

I remember I used to say I wanna rap and sing
All my used to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my
But now, and ain't a thing changed

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

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

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