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
Livin the scripture the picture they for me
Rippin it and gunnin and aimin for me
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)

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

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

[G.
I take you back to the of the stunt
of that rhyme and you can think what you want
And if you.. and if you tell me you can get it from
Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah)
Get us some gear to get us in
Waited years to get a premier and did it from
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, 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 them
Skiddin - I guess the told me right and exact
When they said stop fightin and stack it - get the nigga

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

- 2X {*to fade*}