Luyện nghe bài hát Get By (featvanya)

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

To each of every
(North London ghetto, West ghetto)
With a ghetto of mind
(South ghetto)
To each and every
It's rasket, a ghetto frame of mind
yo

We grew up in the ghetto, were summer 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 up in the ghetto, were the going gets rough
Our money's been around, but it's never enough
ain't given no choice but to hustle
Sum break down the going gets tough

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

Sucker stars emerge the curb
coming MCs struggle to be heard
Boy then, they searchin' for the Chile bird
Fuck, talk, murder and they live by there
Shoters keep the going round
Kids go astray, most get found
noticed, there's a ghetto in every town
And the skies are empty, 'cuz the are on the ground

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

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

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

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

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