Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas in The Ghetto

It's christmas in the
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christmas in the ghetto
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Dealers bakin, are waitin
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christmas in the ghetto
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Christmas in the ghetto just ain't shit
Tell santa claus he can suck my
I guess I get the same fucking thing I got last
Sittin in a dog drinking beer
I have a job, no food, no fun
But I got the dope, 3 and a gun
So I tell the to me on the block
Open up shop and start sellin
I'm making big dollars off motherfucking fools
If they wanna jack, the money's in my shoes
Now here a dope fiend begging for a hit
Saying can I get a 50 dollar fix
He me the money, then I went for my stash
Got the motherfucker a big 50 bag
The man said and my mouth just dropped
The ass nigga was an undercover cop
Yea I was mad, but I want to run
Starring me in the face was a big gun
Now it's christmas eve and I'm locked bars
Sitting in a cell up at the stairs
Reminiscing about my kids with tears in my
Thinking to myself I want to die
Living in a with no food, no heat
It may be cold but hell is the
Cause the place I'm from santa don't gifts
In my house santa only
Holidays in the hood no motherfucking joke
When people all you is starving and broke
Cause if you and poor, it's hell
You only gunshots, you never hear bells
So if you got a way out go
it ain't no fun with christmas in the ghetto

This christmas ain't it, I ain't got
on santa is like waiting on a bitch
Now I'm going to the mall to get the fresh
I'm from the projects, I've never seen a
em up, stick em up, boom
Now doomed, I guess my present will be you
Now you know I'm
Nine I be payin for the gas you know I ain't actin
Some say I'm the grinch I don't play
How he do this fucking shit on a holiday
when I look I see reflections of me
Kids in the ghetto never had a christmas
clothes for the new year
The rich drink champagne, the drink beer
No christmas cards, just a letter the rent late
My brother wanted a bike, he got skates
Now I don't a damn, fuck uncle sam
I thank God for the turkey, last we had spam
out the window, what do I see
Dope dealers running the police
Welfare cuts was the line
Sent many people to the God damn lines
Homeless people with no shoes on they
In and out of cans trying to find to eat
I reminisce to the people that here
Hoping to have a better new year
Dope fiends selling t.v.'s and bro
But I tripping cause it's christmas in the ghetto

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

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

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

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