Luyện nghe bài hát Get By (featvanya)

To and every kind
(London ghetto, ghetto)
Every ghetto of mind
(Manchester ghetto, ghetto)
To and every kind
(Leeds ghetto, ghetto)
Every frame of mind
(UK ghetto, London ghetto)

To each of kind
(North London ghetto, London ghetto)
With a frame of mind
(South ghetto)
To each and kind
rasket, with a ghetto frame of mind
yo

We up in the ghetto, were summer times short
Straight action, you don't for a thought
Most use crime as the way to pay the
The ones end up getting caught
We grew up in the ghetto, were the gets rough
Our money's been around, but it's been enough
Most given no choice but to hustle
Sum break down when the gets tough

Deep in the mind, there's all kinds of people
Minorities still to be equal
So many characters, for main
The good, the bad, the ugly, and the
Deep in the manna the poverty's visible
There's not a lot sweet, so most miserable
cave in to the devil, took the wrong path
Sum kept their faith, and still for a miracle

Sucker stars emerge from the
Upper MCs struggle to be heard
Boy then, searchin' for the next Chile bird
Fuck, talk, murder and live by there word
Shoters the money going round
Kids go astray, most get found
I've noticed, there's a ghetto in every
And the skies are empty, 'cuz the are on the ground

Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I get by
Sometimes I'm lost, asking why
Sometimes I feel to cry, but I still get by

We grew up in the ghetto, saw real life
Real struggle, with real life strain
Real kiddies, with real life guns
And real life muvas loose, real sons
Gang irrupting on the dark Flore seasons
Beef beef, just to be the top geezers
Big arm slash, hit the bricks
Ghetto brudas, gotta maintain reps

What's that all about, I ask my before I swing
More time, I'm ova any little fing
Beef in any area, of tha vicinity
My ghetto frame of mind, makes me to hostility
To mah bredrins up, to mah young baby muvas
Each and crew and color, ghetto sistas and brudas
If you you from the slums, keep repping no doubt
ghetto if you must, just remember to get out

Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I get by
Sometimes I'm lost, asking why
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I get by

Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky
I feel to cry
up at the sky, get by