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
Watch me groove, Imma my blues
in the way I talk

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

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

My mama's
My daddy's
Accent I
recognize
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 Jello
And fold
To the nth
Too
Too
In suspension
Late for
Cause I awake
I didn't go to
But they made a
We don't say a
they debate
Or whether god
Or whether Masons to an obelisk
Cause I got the
The abyss
Of where the is
I seen the
How they
Subatomic particles do not commit, on

Ghetto in the way I
Uncle, uncle, my sank
Ghetto in the way I
Hide my troubles my shit stink
in the way I talk