Luyện nghe bài hát Breezeway Ritual

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
in the way I think
Hide my troubles, my don't stink
in the way I move
Watch me groove, sing my blues
Ghetto in the way I

My still give God the glory
Shot by the depository
Never one of grandfather's stories
Permanent sadness, mourning
22 grandkids, one
the stove on cause we done with darkness
Social workers don't want sons fathers
When visit, people bite they tongue the hardest
Magnet programs,
Illinois, Texas,
Half a hand drum, accordian
Eagle, phoenix, dragon,
Native American,
Made of black and rare obsidian
10 feet tall, not of any men
blow up but will not go flat
They do not jack
They try to ask the why the pot so black
Maybe in the middle but I got yo back

Secret in america
Wrote it all down just to it up
What if there's a god but it's of us?
if there's a god but it's scared of us?
So pairing up
They sit there and stare at us
What if there's a god but they of us?
What if there's a god but they of us?

My nose
My daddy's
that I
Don't
I'm fly
I'm big
And I did that
I did
And I'm a kid
And I'm old
I my blood in a Jello mold
And fold
To the nth
Too
Too
In suspension
Late for
I stayed awake
I didn't go to
But they made a
We don't say a
they debate
Or god exists
Or whether pray to an obelisk
I got the gist
The abyss
Of where the is
I seen the
How complement
Subatomic particles do not commit, on

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
in the way I think
Hide my troubles my don't stink
in the way I talk