Luyện nghe bài hát Christmas in The Ghetto

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

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

This christmas ain't it, I got shit
Waiting on is like waiting on a bitch
Now I'm going to the mall to get the fresh
I'm from the projects, I've seen a reindeer
Stick em up, stick em up,
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
say I'm the grinch cause I don't play
How could he do this fucking shit on a
when I look I see reflections of me
Kids in the ghetto never had a christmas
clothes for the new year
The drink champagne, the poor drink beer
No cards, just a letter saying the rent late
My little brother a bike, he got skates
Now I don't give a damn, fuck sam
I thank God for the turkey, year we had spam
Looked out the window, do I see
Dope dealers running from the
Welfare was the last line
Sent many to the God damn soup lines
Homeless people with no on they feet
In and out of cans trying to find to eat
I reminisce to the people that ain't
Hoping to have a better new year
Dope selling t.v.'s and sweaters bro
But I ain't tripping cause it's in the ghetto

Yea, merry motherfucking
This ea-ski and the real
Enjoy your motherfucking you broke bitch
Cause christmas will never be the in our black neighborhood
So I'm saying 5-motherfucking-thousand
And we out of this
Oh,oh,oh yes
All you motherfucking rappers out there
all these tapes
You broke bitch you buy a God damn thing this christmas
Cause you done out you cunt

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

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

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