Luyện nghe bài hát Get By (featvanya)

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

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

We grew up in the ghetto, were summer times
Straight action, you stop for a thought
Most use as the way to pay the bills
The unlucky end up getting caught
We grew up in the ghetto, were the gets rough
Our been around, but it's never been enough
Most ain't given no choice but to
Sum break when the going gets tough

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

Sucker stars emerge the curb
Upper MCs struggle to be heard
Boy then, they searchin' for the next Chile
Fuck, talk, murder and they live by word
Shoters the money going round
Kids go astray, most never get
I've noticed, there's a ghetto in every
And the are empty, 'cuz the stars 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, asking why
Sometimes I to cry, but somehow I still get by

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

What's all about, I ask my self before I swing
More time, I'm beefing ova any fing
Beef in any area, region of tha
My ghetto frame of mind, makes me to hostility
To mah bredrins up, to mah young baby muvas
Each and every and color, ghetto sistas and brudas
If you know you from the slums, repping no doubt
Stay ghetto if you must, remember 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, asking why
I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by

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