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, East ghetto)

To each of kind
(North London ghetto, London ghetto)
With a frame of mind
(South ghetto)
To each and every
It's rasket, with a ghetto 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 unlucky ones end up getting
We grew up in the ghetto, were the gets rough
Our money's been around, but it's never enough
Most ain't given no but to hustle
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 manna where the visible
not a lot sweet, so most look miserable
Most cave in to the devil, took the path
Sum kept their faith, and pray for a miracle

Sucker emerge from the curb
Upper MCs struggle to be heard
Boy then, they searchin' for the next bird
Fuck, talk, murder and they by there word
Shoters the money going round
Kids go astray, never get found
I've noticed, there's a in every town
And the skies are empty, the stars are on the ground

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 pain
Real life struggle, with life strain
Real life kiddies, with real guns
And real life muvas loose, life 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 self before I
time, I'm beefing ova any little fing
Beef in any area, of tha vicinity
My ghetto frame of mind, makes me to hostility
To mah bredrins locked up, to mah baby muvas
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

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

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