Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

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

Had a ball to bounce plus a to ride
But my mamma would let me play outside
But I got enrolled in elementary school
Started bangin' like a fucking

So cool throwin' up gang signs to the gangster
Shot an enemy across the street
Mamma came home, she got a good job
Daddy did too, now don't squab

Financially, we
2 months later, son, we
No more duckin' shotgun shells
a two-story house in east palmdale
it to me now

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

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

I stopped blue, wasn't trippin' on red
Too busy with the skinheads
questions, distract the class
Rubbin' little girls on the ass

I didn't care if I passed or failed
I knew I was for the NFL
Until the game, shoulder got hurt
I thought my future, layin' in the dirt

I can't jump, I can't
player, ridin' 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 man's world
So I me some khakis and a geri curl
I I couldn't make it to the NFL
I went to palmdale and started slingin' yeyo

Fo' sho' I was makin' crazy
Shoulda dropped school a long time ago
Bought a phone, like a nut
Now I like pizza hut

I drunk whiskey and Bacardi, I sold dope to
Me and my homies sold dubs and
Took turns rhymes just to pass the time

A white man up to my spot
He said, "Hey, homeboy, you got?"
I put a fat rock his hand
And 25 sheriffs jumped out the van get down, punk

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

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

Them pecker woods don't want
But the Mexicans own one
Them essays, catorces, treces try to test me

So I off the bed 'cause I ain't no punk
Jammed his head up the bunk
that cholo in his chin
Black muthafucking scared to in

Sheriff it up when we hit the floor
I talkin' shit 'cause I want some more
in town, we get along with the brown
Now I'm in jail, they tryin' to beat me

is hell, but I'll adapt, won't hesitate to get in a scrap
'Cause I'm down for mine, and for certain
Sittin' in the hole my knuckles 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 fucking up life, two bad kids and a naggin'
end job at the airport check too short to pay the house note
Turn on the TV I see different homeboys that went to school with me
in the NFL we used to kick back in east palmdale

Rodney Williams, tate
plays for Colorado state
I wish my much success
But at the same time, I get depressed

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

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

Come to me
(Palmdale)
('Cause that's where my heartache began, began)

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

(Oh yeah)
Come to me
('Cause that's where my began, heartache began)

(Yeah)
Come to me
(Hey, all the homeboys on the team, where y'all at man, yeah)
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I don't if you in Japan, Africa)
Palmdale, back to me
(Hey you how we used to do it, man hey, hey, hey)

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

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

(Where them at?)
You're
(It ain't over the fat man sings)

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