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 child of the ghetto, nobody it to me
Livin the the picture they painted for me
it runnin and gunnin and aimin for me
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)

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

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

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

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

- 2X {*to fade*}