Luyện nghe bài hát Get By (featvanya)

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

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

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

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

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

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

We grew up in the ghetto, saw life pain
Real life struggle, with real life
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 Stratford
Ghetto high brudas, gotta maintain

What's that all about, I ask my self before I
More time, I'm ova any little fing
in any area, region of tha vicinity
My ghetto frame of mind, me prone to hostility
To mah bredrins locked up, to mah young muvas
Each and every crew and color, ghetto sistas and
If you know you from the slums, keep repping no
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
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