Luyện nghe bài hát Child Of The Ghetto

Yo, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, yeah, yo
Uhh, uhh, G. Dep!

[G.
A of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
the scripture the picture they painted for me
Rippin it runnin and and aimin for me
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)

I guess you told me right and exact
Shak, shak, in his back
I might just crack I'm writin this rap
From even, a tire snap, I'm light in the sack
I tell you how I feel and that's of the deal
I'm like, Seagal with the but "Harder to Kill"
It's real, big up for lettin me know
Fifteen bet and you blow, better get
be a second we won't; they lettin me go
Since pays wisen ways, allow me to grow
Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the
Seven-four-eight-oh, recall in between
Whole pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park jams dark shams niggaz it down
Niggaz rock the heaters, my rocked Adidas
Didn't know the blocks were where the would lead us
But hey..

A of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture painted for me
what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and for me
A child of the ghetto, explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture painted for me
Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they to be
Niggaz that know me they told me the game it could be -

[G.
I take you to the scene of the stunt
Scene of that rhyme and you can what you want
And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from
Got boom got boom, put in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
Get us some to get us in here
Waited to get a premier and did it from here
Harlem - citizen the kid is in gear, guard him
in here, who get it in here, we are them
Take you back to the around
Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
Niggaz hit the rooftop, was roofin the rocks
Other shoe tops, only youth on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and these rocks
You get it - we movin them blocks to move in drops
Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me and exact
When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the nigga

[G.
Eighty-one I had fun, I was new
Eight-three I did me, I had grew
Eighty-five it got live, in the mix
Eighty-seven in the kicks, in the whips
I had the grind, now I know it was flow
Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was
was the key, nine-four was sure
Nine-five took a dive, I was poor
Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the
spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..
Shit, I thought I'd give a break
Sit back, the cake, and lounge in estates, but yo

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