Luyện nghe bài hát Palmdale

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

Had a ball to bounce plus a bike to
But my never would let me play outside
But when I got in elementary school
bangin' like a fucking fool

So throwin' up gang signs to the gangster beat
Shot an enemy from 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 from shotgun shells
Bought a two-story house in east
it to me now

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

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

I stopped blue, wasn't trippin' on red
Too squabbin' with the skinheads
Stupid questions, distract the
little white girls on the ass

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

I can't jump, I can't
Superstar player, the bench
from school don't make me laugh
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 man's world
So I me some khakis and a geri curl
I knew I couldn't it to the NFL
I went to east palmdale and started slingin'

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

I drunk whiskey and Bacardi, I sold dope to
Me and my homies sold and dimes
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 about 25 sheriffs jumped out the van get down,

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

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

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

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

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

Jail is hell, but I'll adapt, won't to get in a scrap
I'm down for mine, and that's for certain
Sittin' in the hole my knuckles hurtin'

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

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

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

Walkin' through the with a cup full of gin
'bout things that coulda, woulda, shoulda been
I wipe my tears, sip my beers, wish luck 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 my heartache began, heartache began)

(Yeah)
Come to me
(Hey, all the homeboys on the football team, where 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, 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, what do we
(Yeyo)
Yo, we fittin' to go?
(We fittin' to go to jail)

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

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

(Little rock get none, what, what, what)
You're
Dale, you're
(Little rock get none)