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

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

A child of the ghetto, nobody it to me
Livin the scripture the they painted for me
what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
Rippin it and gunnin and aimin for me
A of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the they 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 to the scene of the stunt
Scene of that rhyme and you can 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
Waited years to get a and did it from here
Harlem - citizen the kid is in gear, guard him
in here, who get it in here, we are them
Take you to the 80's around
Polo Grounds, Uptown, a pound
Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the
Other niggaz tops, only youth on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and movin rocks
You get it - we movin them blocks to in them drops
Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me and exact
When said stop fightin and stack it - get the money 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 it was flow
Ninety-one we got guns, ninety-two it was
was the key, nine-four was sure
Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was
did eleven now I'm made out the gate
Nine-nine spit 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*}