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

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

A of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture painted for me
what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed
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 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 scene of the
of that rhyme and you can think what you want
And if you.. and if you me you can get it from here
Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah)
Get us some to get us in here
years to get a premier and did it from here
Harlem - where the kid is in gear, guard him
Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are
you back to the 80's around
Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a
Niggaz hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the
Other niggaz tops, only youth on the block
You dig me - movin in and movin these rocks
You get it - we movin them blocks to in them drops
Skiddin - I guess the niggaz told me right and
When they said stop and stack it - get the money nigga

[G.
Eighty-one I had fun, 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, was sure
took a dive, nine-six I was poor
Nine-seven did now I'm made out the gate
Nine-nine spit two-thousand and straight..
Shit, I I'd give housing a break
Sit back, countin the cake, and in estates, but yo

- 2X {*to fade*}