Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

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

Had a ball to plus a bike to ride
But my never would let me play outside
But when I got enrolled in elementary
Started bangin' a fucking fool

So cool throwin' up gang to the gangster beat
Shot an enemy across the street
came home, said she got a good job
Daddy did too, now they squab

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

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

No more rats and no more
Livin' next door to coaches
Now I got a new to sell me crack
Now I got little white to jack

I stopped wearin' blue, trippin' on red
Too busy squabbin' the skinheads
questions, distract the class
Rubbin' little white on the ass

I really care if I passed or failed
I I was headed for the NFL
Until the game, shoulder got hurt
I thought my future, layin' in the dirt

I jump, I can't flinch
Superstar player, the bench
Graduate school don't 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 couldn't make it in the white world
So I bought me some khakis and a geri
I knew I make it to the NFL
I to east palmdale and started slingin' yeyo

Fo' I was makin' crazy dough
Shoulda dropped outta school a time ago
Bought a phone, like a nut
Now I deliver like hut

I whiskey and Bacardi, I sold dope to anybody
Me and my homies dubs and dimes
Took turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the

A white man up to my spot
He said, "Hey, homeboy, you got?"
I put a fat inside his hand
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, it out, check it out)

Can't get drunk, can't get
LA county, 95
Crips take my all-stars
Bloods eat my snicker bars

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

So I jumped off the bed I ain't no punk
Jammed his head up against the
Socked cholo in his chin
muthafucking scared to jump in

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

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

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

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

Rodney Williams, Lorenz
Zeno for Colorado state
I my homeboys much success
But at the same time, I get depressed

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

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

Come to me
(Palmdale)
('Cause that's where my 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 team, where y'all at man, yeah)
(Hey, you at in the world, I don't 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, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, we fittin' to go?
(We to go back to jail)

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

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

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

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