Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

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

Had a to bounce plus a bike to ride
But my mamma never let me play outside
But I got enrolled in elementary school
Started bangin' a fucking fool

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

Financially, we
2 months later, son, we
No more duckin' from shotgun
Bought a two-story 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' next door to coaches
Now I got a new to sell me crack
Now I got little white kids to

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

I didn't really care if I passed or
I I was headed for the NFL
Until the playoff game, got hurt
I thought about my future, layin' in the

I can't jump, I can't
Superstar player, the bench
Graduate from school don't make me
I got an F plus in math, give it to me now

(Hell yeah)
Come to me
(I do one song for my neighborhood)
Palmdale, come to me
(Check it out)

I knew I couldn't make it in the white world
So I bought me some khakis and a curl
I I couldn't make it to the NFL
I to east palmdale and started slingin' yeyo

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

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

A white man drove up to my
He said, "Hey, homeboy, you got?"
I put a fat inside his hand
And about 25 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, check it out, it out)

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

Them woods don't want none
But the straight own one
Them essays, catorces, treces try to test me

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

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

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 with 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 wife
Dead end job at the airport check too to pay the house note
Turn on the TV then I see different homeboys that went to school me
Playin' in the NFL we used to kick in east palmdale

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Yeah)
Come to me
(Hey, all the on the football team, where y'all at man, yeah)
(Hey, wherever you at in the world, I 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, do we sell?
(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, do we sell?
(Yeyo)
Yo, where we 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, where we to go?
(We to go back to jail)

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

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

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