Luyện nghe bài hát Breezeway Ritual

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

My auntie still God the glory
Shot by the book
Never heard one of stories
sadness, constant mourning
22 grandkids, one
Turn the stove on cause we done darkness
Social workers don't want sons fathers
When they visit, people bite they tongue the
Magnet programs,
Illinois, Texas,
Half a hand drum, accordian
Eagle, phoenix, dragon,
American, Merovingian
Made of bones and rare obsidian
10 tall, not scared of any men
Might blow up but will not go
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
if there's a god but it's scared of us?
What if there's a god but scared of us?
So pairing up
They just sit and stare at us
What if there's a god but they of us?
What if a god but they scared of us?

My nose
My daddy's
Accent 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 collect my blood in a mold
And fold
To the nth
Too
Too
In suspension
Late for
Cause I awake
I didn't go to
But they made a
We say a word
When debate
Or whether god
Or whether Masons pray to an
Cause I got the
The unlocked
Of where the is
I seen the
How they
particles do not commit, come on

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