Luyện nghe bài hát Breezeway Ritual

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my ship
Ghetto in the way I
my troubles, my shit don't stink
Ghetto in the way I
me groove, Imma sing my blues
Ghetto in the way I

My still give God the glory
Shot by the book
heard one of grandfather's stories
Permanent sadness, mourning
22 grandkids, one
the stove on cause we done with darkness
Social workers want sons with fathers
When they visit, people bite they the hardest
programs, baccalaureate
Illinois, Texas,
a hand drum, half accordian
Eagle, phoenix, dragon,
American, Merovingian
Made of black bones and rare
10 tall, not scared of any men
blow up but will not go flat
They do not jack
try to ask the kettle why the pot so black
Maybe little in the but I got yo back

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

My mama's
My eyes
that I
Don't
I'm fly
I'm big
And I did everything
I did
And I'm a kid
And I'm old
I collect my in a Jello mold
And fold
To the nth
Too
Too
In school
Late for
Cause I stayed
I didn't go to
But they made a
We say a word
When debate
Or god exists
Or whether Masons pray to an
I got the gist
The abyss
Of where the is
I seen the
How they
Subatomic do not commit, come on

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