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

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

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

[G.
I you back to the scene of the stunt
Scene of that 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 in the air (yeah yeah yeah)
Get us some gear to get us in
Waited years to get a premier and did it here
Harlem - where the kid is in gear, guard him
in here, who get it in here, we are them
Take you to the 80's around
Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a pound
Niggaz hit the rooftop, was roofin the rocks
Other niggaz tops, only youth on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and movin these
You get it - we them blocks to move in them drops
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, eighty-eight in the
Eighty-nine I had the grind, now I know it was
we got guns, ninety-two it was dough
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was
took a dive, nine-six I was poor
Nine-seven did eleven now I'm out the gate
spit rhymes two-thousand and straight..
Shit, I thought I'd give a break
Sit back, countin the cake, and in estates, but yo

- 2X {*to fade*}