Luyện nghe bài hát Born In The Ghetto

Yeah, time, baby
It's to speak the truth, maturity
Niggas gotta evolve to let niggas know the
Call yourself real, ya gotta start speakin' the real
is Joe Crack, The Don an' this is what I'm bringin' to you

Yo, nowadays, I'm flirtin' with death
Lord, I gotta be dyin' 'cause after all this
How much more hurtin's
When will the pain stop? This depression an'
Is gonna make me show side of me

My niggas with me 'cause I'm the truth
There's benefits to rollin' with clique
nobody fuck with you
Still they label me a an' a backstabber
But study the facts of crack, the don't add up

I'm bringin' to my community
Probably the rapper that cares
But still you out to me
Who you foolin', B? I'm for unity, an' blacks
Could you fathom the strength, we of the two it attach?

together, voted alike
These 'Uncle Charm' ain't holdin' us right
How the same nigga be 20 years in office
When it's clear the thing that's risin' is unemployment?

Abortion, little kids havin'
The school is failin' us, now ain't that some shit?
While the rich keep gettin' richer, the keep dyin' young
I can't no more, the time has come

I was in the ghetto
Tremblin', tryin' to stay
when you're born in the ghetto
No one seems to hear cry

skin, you know I love my brown skin
Every day, I'm confronted racism
These motherfuckin' coppers bag us
An' have us up in state prisons

all the taxes I pay
You would think when stop us
They would have nicer to say
Than, "Get the out the car, where the drugs at?
All the jewelry, you wearin', where the fuckin' at?"

Once they search the car clean an' find
The same crooked cops try to act like they us or somethin'
Laughin', tellin' jokes by the
Two seconds ago they tried to us to the mountains

Leave my son without a father, my without a husband
The I think about it, man, it's just disgustin'
Still we live amongst 'em, wants out
why we rap like we got silver spoons in our mouths

Like we grow up on welfare
Nigga, even go there, you probably wore Pro Players
We need to the youth, tell our seeds the truth
Too much to share, the bare minimum will the proof

I was born in the
Tremblin', tryin' to alive
'Cause you're born in the ghetto
No one seems to hear cry

Yeah, so much
Trying to stay alive, stay alive
Out in streets

Man, sometimes it can get so
Yeah, yes, it can, yes, it can,
It can get so hard, so hard, so