Luyện nghe bài hát Get By (featvanya)

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

To each of kind
(North London ghetto, West ghetto)
With a ghetto frame of
(South ghetto)
To and every kind
It's rasket, a ghetto frame of mind
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We grew up in the ghetto, were times short
Straight action, you don't stop for a
Most use crime as the way to pay the
The unlucky end up getting caught
We grew up in the ghetto, were the going rough
Our money's been around, but never been enough
Most ain't given no choice but to
Sum break down when the going tough

Deep in the mind, all kinds of different people
Minorities still struggle to be
So many characters, for main
The good, the bad, the ugly, and the
Deep in the where the poverty's visible
There's not a lot sweet, so look miserable
Most cave in to the devil, took the wrong
Sum their faith, and still pray for a miracle

stars emerge from the curb
Upper coming MCs struggle to be
Boy then, they searchin' for the next Chile
Fuck, talk, murder and live by there word
Shoters keep the money going
go astray, most never get found
I've noticed, a ghetto in every town
And the skies are empty, 'cuz the stars are on the

Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, but I still 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 life struggle, with real strain
Real life kiddies, with life guns
And real muvas loose, real life sons
Gang wars irrupting on the dark Flore
after beef, just to be the top geezers
Big arm slash, hit the bricks
Ghetto high brudas, maintain reps

What's that all about, I ask my self I swing
More time, I'm beefing ova any fing
Beef in any area, of tha vicinity
My ghetto frame of mind, me prone to hostility
To mah bredrins locked up, to mah young baby
Each and crew and color, ghetto sistas and brudas
If you know you from the slums, keep repping no
Stay ghetto if you must, just 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 to cry, but somehow I still get by

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