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, explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture 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 while I'm writin this 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"
It's real, big Beans up for lettin me
bet and you blow, better get dough
Won't be a second we they lettin me go
Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to
Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the
Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in
Whole pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park jams shams niggaz breakin it down
Niggaz the heaters, my clique rocked Adidas
Didn't know the blocks were where the spots would us
But hey..

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

[G.
I take you back to the scene of the
Scene of that rhyme and you can think you want
And if you.. and if you me you can get it from here
Got got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
Get us some gear to get us in
Waited to get a premier and did it from here
- citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are
Take you to the 80's around
Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the
niggaz shoe tops, only youth on the block
You dig me - in tops and movin these rocks
You get it - we movin them to move in them drops
Skiddin - I guess the told me right and exact
they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga

[G.
Eighty-one I had fun, I was new
I did me, eight-four I had grew
Eighty-five it got live, in the mix
Eighty-seven in the kicks, eighty-eight in the
I had the grind, now I know 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 now I'm made 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*}