Luyện nghe bài hát Children Of The Ghetto

Chorus & SPM]:
Children of the ghettooo, on
They got me runnin' through my
First
They got me runnin' through my ghetto in a sweat,
I can't look back, sticks got your boy wet,
Checkin' alleys for my homies, race the bayou,
Why those five kickin' down my doors?
Run up in a smokehouse, dark as what,
But I in tha corners when they lighters struck,
Glass pipes look like lights, but in the fire,
Lie a child of the Lord with a desire,
Die a "G" to make change, when I approach'em,
Even though I got a range, I won't smoke'em,
I on the happy times, we spent together,
J.R. High goin' half on and like a feather,
We was floatin' in the wind fool, laughin',
the day somebody killed you and got me askin'
(4x)
Second
tryin' to silence the violence and minus the menace,
But I'm in this to win this to break a Guieness,
as usual, it's unpredictable,
Critical changes the typical,
I terrorize, your intentions,
answered on the day of my redemptions,
The lynchings, And Wessons, lessons,
To be taught on the of Rock I mention,
Critical dimensions, yes I rest my Hyna in the shiny sun,
Gotta blunt, I'm tryin' to me one,
Life dream, be me number,
On tha right team, as a youngster,
Live a G-role, actin' a hero, get'cha below,
be facin' Ito, but you got your life Repo'ed
(4x)
3rd
I got incredible in my subliminal,
Minimal actions and tactics can't my cynical,
Passion I'm blastin', the evidence,
Ever since birth, I'm out of innocence,
Isn't this The undisputible,
G fits me suitable, won't to shoot a fool,
Up and advance, a blast, can you dance?
Like a shakin' ass in the back of an ambulance,
In a of confusion, havin' illusions,
Of mental bein' my solution,
Who's in my nutty head, everybody dead?
Red Rum feel the lead, Come your bunk bed,
Now Mom I could reach the sky if I try,
My is a lost one,
I'm sleep wakin' a mutha shotgun,
I pop one
(4x)