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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It's christmas in the
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in the ghetto just ain't worth shit
Tell claus he can suck my dick
I I get the same fucking thing I got last year
Sittin in a bird dog drinking
I don't 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 and start sellin rocks
I'm making big dollars off these fools
If they wanna jack, the money's in my shoes
Now comes a dope fiend begging for a hit
can I please get a 50 dollar fix
He showed me the money, then I for my stash
Got the a big 50 dollar bag
The man freeze and my mouth just dropped
The stupid ass was an undercover cop
Yea I was mad, but I want to run
Starring me in the was a big black gun
Now christmas eve and I'm locked behind bars
Sitting in a cell looking up at the
Reminiscing about my with tears in my eyes
Thinking to I just want to die
in a house with no food, no heat
It may be cold but is the street
the place I'm from santa don't leave gifts
In my santa only shoplifts
Holidays in the hood ain't no motherfucking
When people all you is starving and broke
Cause if you black and poor, it's
You only hear gunshots, you never bells
So if you got a way out go
it ain't no fun with christmas in the ghetto

This ain't it, I ain't got shit
on santa is like waiting on a bitch
Now I'm going to the to get the fresh gear
I'm the projects, I've never seen a reindeer
em up, stick em up, boom
Now you're doomed, I my present will be you
Now you know I'm
Nine I be payin for the gas cause you know I actin
Some say I'm the cause I don't play
How could he do this shit on a holiday
Cause when I 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 saying the rent
My little brother a bike, he got skates
Now I don't give a damn, fuck sam
I thank God for the turkey, last year we had
out the window, what do I see
Dope dealers from the police
Welfare was the last line
Sent many to the God damn soup lines
Homeless people with no shoes on they
In and out of cans trying to something to eat
I reminisce to the that ain't here
Hoping to have a better new year
Dope fiends 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 real
Enjoy your motherfucking christmas you bitch
Cause will never be the same in our black neighborhood
So I'm outie 5-motherfucking-thousand
And we out of bitch
Oh,oh,oh yes
All you broke rappers out there
Making all tapes
You broke bitch you can't buy a God thing this christmas
you done sold out you cunt

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

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