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 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, right in his
I might just crack while I'm this rap
From even, a tire snap, I'm light in the sack
I tell you how I feel and that's 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, better get
Won't be a second we won't; they me go
Since pays wisen your ways, allow me to
Aiyyo (yo) swing yeah back to the
Seven-four-eight-oh, can't in between
state pulsate, we can wrinkle the town
Park jams dark shams niggaz breakin it
Niggaz rock the heaters, my clique rocked
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 they painted for me
Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the or the greed
Rippin it runnin and gunnin and for me
A child of the ghetto, explain it to me
Livin the scripture the picture painted for me
Niggaz is gamin they ain't who they to be
Niggaz that know me told me the game it could be - CRAZY

[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 tell me you can get it here
Got boom got boom, put shit in the air (yeah yeah)
Get us gear to get us in here
Waited years to get a premier and did it from
- citizen where the kid is in gear, guard him
Niggaz in here, who get it in here, we are
Take you back to the around
Polo Grounds, Uptown, eight-eighty a
hit the rooftop, y'all was roofin the rocks
Other niggaz shoe tops, youth on the block
You dig me - movin in tops and these rocks
You get it - we movin them to move in them drops
Skiddin - I guess the niggaz me right and exact
they said stop fightin and stack it - get the money nigga

[G.
I had fun, eight-two I was new
Eight-three I did me, I had grew
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 eleven now I'm made out the
Nine-nine rhymes 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*}