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
rock cocaine on my doorstep

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

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

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

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

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

I stopped wearin' blue, wasn't on red
Too squabbin' with the skinheads
questions, distract the class
Rubbin' white girls on the ass

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

I can't jump, I flinch
player, ridin' the bench
Graduate from school 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 bought me khakis and a geri curl
I knew I make it to the NFL
I went to east and started slingin' yeyo

Fo' sho' I was makin' dough
Shoulda dropped outta 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
turns bustin' rhymes just to pass the time

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

Can't get drunk, get blunted
LA county, 95
Crips wanna take my
Bloods wanna eat my bars

Them pecker woods want none
But the straight own one
essays, catorces, treces always try to test me

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

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

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

(Hell, yeah)
Come to me
(I need you and I you, baby)
Palmdale, come 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 note
Turn on the TV I see different homeboys that went to school with me
Playin' in the NFL we used to kick back in palmdale

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

Walkin' through the with a cup full of gin
Thinkin' 'bout 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 my heartache began, heartache 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 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, 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, 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 fittin' to go to jail)

Dale, palmdale
(Hey, come on everybody just clap hands)
Dale, palmdale
(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 'til the fat man sings)

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