Luyện nghe bài hát Get By (featvanya)

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

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

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

in the mind, there's all kinds of different people
Minorities still 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 most look
Most cave in to the devil, the wrong path
Sum kept faith, and still pray for a miracle

Sucker emerge from the curb
Upper coming MCs to be heard
Boy then, they searchin' for the next bird
Fuck, talk, murder and they by there word
keep the money going round
Kids go astray, never get found
I've noticed, there's a in every 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 somehow I get by
Sometimes I'm lost, asking why
I feel to cry, but somehow I still get by

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

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

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