Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas in The Ghetto

It's in the ghetto
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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 he can suck my dick
I guess I get the same fucking thing I got year
Sittin in a dog drinking beer
I don't a job, no food, no fun
But I got the dope, 3 and a gun
So I tell the fiends to me on the
up shop and start sellin rocks
I'm making big dollars off motherfucking fools
If they wanna jack, the money's in my shoes
Now here comes a dope begging for a hit
Saying can I get a 50 dollar fix
He me the money, then I went for my stash
Got the a big 50 dollar bag
The man said freeze and my mouth dropped
The stupid ass was an undercover cop
Yea I was mad, but I want to run
me in the face was a big black gun
Now it's eve and I'm locked behind bars
Sitting in a cell looking up at the
Reminiscing about my kids with tears in my
to myself I just want to die
Living in a house with no food, no
It may be cold but hell is the
Cause the place I'm from santa don't gifts
In my house only shoplifts
Holidays in the hood ain't no joke
When people all you is starving and broke
Cause if you and poor, it's hell
You hear 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
Waiting on santa is like waiting on a
Now I'm going to the mall to get the fresh
I'm from the projects, never seen a reindeer
em up, stick em up, boom
Now you're doomed, I guess my present be you
Now you know I'm
Nine I be payin for the gas cause you know I ain't
Some say I'm the grinch cause I don't
How could he do this shit on a holiday
when I look I see reflections of me
Kids in the ghetto never had a christmas
Hand-me-down clothes for the new
The rich drink champagne, the drink beer
No christmas cards, just a letter saying the rent
My brother wanted a bike, he got skates
Now I don't give a damn, uncle sam
I thank God for the turkey, last year we had
out the window, what do I see
Dope dealers from the police
Welfare cuts was the last
Sent many to the God damn soup lines
Homeless people with no shoes on they
In and out of trying to find something to eat
I reminisce to the that ain't here
Hoping to a better fucking new year
fiends selling t.v.'s and sweaters bro
But I ain't tripping it's christmas in the ghetto

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

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 christmas a fiend brought to me
A t.v. and a from up the street
On the day of christmas a dope fiend brought to me
2 and a t.v. and a bitch from 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 bitch up the street

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