Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas in The Ghetto

It's christmas in the
Fa la la la la la la la
It's in the ghetto
Fa la la la la la la la
bakin, fiends are waitin
Fa la la la la la la la
It's christmas in the
Fa la la la la la la la

Christmas in the just ain't worth shit
Tell claus he can suck my dick
I guess I get the same thing I got last year
in a bird dog drinking beer
I don't a job, no food, no fun
But I got the dope, 3 and a gun
So I the fiends to me on the block
Open up and start sellin rocks
I'm making big dollars off these motherfucking
If they jack, then the money's in my shoes
Now here a dope fiend begging for a hit
Saying can I get a 50 dollar fix
He showed me the money, then I for my stash
Got the a big 50 dollar bag
The man said freeze and my mouth dropped
The stupid ass nigga was an cop
Yea I was mad, but I didn't to run
me in the face was a big black gun
Now it's christmas eve and I'm locked bars
Sitting in a cell up at the stairs
about my kids with tears in my eyes
Thinking to myself I want to die
Living in a with no food, no heat
It may be cold but is the street
Cause the place I'm from don't leave gifts
In my santa only shoplifts
in the hood ain't no motherfucking joke
When all around you is starving and broke
if you black and poor, it's hell
You only hear gunshots, you hear bells
So if you got a way out go
Cause it ain't no fun with christmas in the

This christmas ain't it, I got shit
Waiting on is like waiting on a bitch
Now I'm going to the to get the fresh gear
I'm from the projects, I've seen a reindeer
Stick em up, em up, boom
Now you're doomed, I guess my will be you
Now you know I'm
Nine I be payin for the gas cause you I ain't actin
Some say I'm the cause I don't play
How could he do this fucking on a holiday
when I look I see reflections of me
Kids in the ghetto had a christmas tree
clothes for the new year
The rich champagne, the poor drink beer
No christmas cards, just a letter the rent late
My brother wanted a bike, he got skates
Now I don't give a damn, fuck sam
I thank God for the turkey, last we had spam
out the window, what do I see
Dope dealers from the police
Welfare cuts was the last
Sent people to the God damn soup lines
people with no shoes on they feet
In and out of cans trying to find to eat
I reminisce to the people that here
to have a better fucking new year
Dope fiends t.v.'s and sweaters bro
But I ain't tripping it's christmas in the ghetto

Yea, merry christmas
ea-ski and the real untouchables
Enjoy motherfucking christmas you broke bitch
Cause will never be the same in our black neighborhood
So I'm outie 5-motherfucking-thousand
And we out of this
Oh,oh,oh yes
All you broke rappers out there
Making all tapes
You broke bitch you can't buy a God damn thing christmas
you done sold out you cunt

Yo man up (what? )
What the 3 days of christmas
Oh, okay man, I forgot, let's do this
C cut the off

On the first day of a dope fiend brought to me
A t.v. and a from up the street
On the second day of christmas a fiend brought to me
2 vcr's and a t.v. and a bitch up the street
On the third day of christmas a dope fiend to me
3 stolen rings, 2 vcr's, and a t.v. and from up the street

Ha ha ha ha, I lived to to see another christmas