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, Seagal the steel 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 pays wisen your ways, me to grow
Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah to the scene
Seven-four-eight-oh, can't recall in
state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park dark shams niggaz breakin it down
Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique Adidas
Didn't know the were where the spots would lead us
But hey..

A child of the ghetto, explain it to me
Livin the the picture 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 the picture they painted for me
Niggaz is gamin they ain't who 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
of that rhyme 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
years to get a premier and did it from here
Harlem - citizen where the kid is in gear, 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 the rocks
Other niggaz shoe tops, youth on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and movin rocks
You get it - we them blocks to move in them drops
- I guess the niggaz told me right 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, in the whips
I had the grind, now I know it was flow
Ninety-one we got guns, it was dough
was the key, nine-four was sure
Nine-five took a dive, I was poor
did eleven 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

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