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 painted for me
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and for me
Yo.. (yeah, uhh, yeah)

I guess you told me right and exact
Shak, shak, in his back
I might just crack while I'm this rap
From even, a that snap, I'm light in the sack
I tell you how I feel and 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, get dough
Won't be a second we they lettin me go
Since wisen your ways, allow me to grow
Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah to the scene
Seven-four-eight-oh, can't in between
state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park dark shams niggaz breakin it down
Niggaz rock the heaters, my rocked Adidas
Didn't know the blocks were where the would lead us
But hey..

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

[G.
I take you back to the 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 shit in the air (yeah yeah)
Get us gear to get us in here
years to get a premier 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 80's
Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a
hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks
Other niggaz shoe tops, only on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and these rocks
You get it - we them blocks to move in them drops
Skiddin - I the niggaz told me right 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
it got live, eight-six 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, it was dough
Nine-three was the key, nine-four was
Nine-five took a dive, I was poor
Nine-seven did eleven now I'm made out the
Nine-nine spit two-thousand and straight..
Shit, I thought I'd housing a break
Sit back, countin the cake, and in estates, but yo

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