Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto 211

P]
We got no money
so me an gon' hit a crack house for some dope, haha
police ain't give a fuck,
niggas robbin in the ghetto...
robbery

[Silkk the
I got glock like Tamira and Tia
Nigga tries to step, try to flex, an get X-ed just like Mia
See, I be a gangsta like T, a murdera C,
when you see me bow down, address me a master P
My murderistic tactics got niggas stackin off in the bushes,
Tryin to get me some G an dope to the
It's time for you to puch out, I'm tuggin up in time card
WHy you do what you do, because like times
It's like here, hop, nigga clips... to the glock
I hits yo' block an watch his shit stop (It don't stop)
Bitches be like aw, off of dumb shit, I runs this
Nigga T-R-U's my click I come thick I cruise wit
(TRU!) a of niggas
be down to ride on yo' set
Niggas be trippin, the teck, an we ride wit yo' bet
believe I clock G's, nigga no dice, I time the blast,
I smash, I'm up in your

'cause I'm a hustler, I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
if I murder another nigga
'cause I'm a hustler, I'm a killa, who gives a fuck
if I another ghetto nigga

the Shocker]
Taz tries to hit but I be up out the back route
Me an P countin G's, choppin up up in the crack house
The baddest 2 brothers Billy an Jessie James
P would you
(Master P: yeah, Silkk would you blast?)
if the nigga so much as me (Bloom!)
them wit all between the seem
(Master P: Dump the like Hakeem the Dream)
hit that nigga wit 21
(Master P: it, I'ma hit him wit 17)
I got that K with the
(Master P: Fuck it, get the cream)
Ain't no wrestlin but these niggas like
Be like, 1 for the
(Master P: I be 2 for the dope)
be 3 for all my cash
(Master P: fuck it, get yo' ass on the flo')
One that I peels caps
(Master P: I murder!)
get dealed with, nigga hook 'em,
how you gon' fuck wit we real black
(Master P: A robbery)
an that's how we
(Master P: On a spree from down South to the Wessyde)

P]
1, 2, 3, it's yo'
Ain't no on this muthafuckin first of the month,
yo' last day
See I be jackin, my Silkk be packin
I be puttin niggas in body bags, bitch, I ain't
It's no on this shit, this is the real shit
what you heard 'cause, nigga, I'm ready to kill a bitch
You got my cash, gimme the grass, lovin you
Kiss my ass, it's ninteen ninty-skrilla, in the body bag
It's to spray ya, spray ya out like Calgon
Ain't no love, murder muthafucka, this ain't no funny
Down South jackin,robbed, an they packin
niggas in muthafuckas trunks of the car, who jackin
Wanna take a ride, around the block,
it's to go, ain't no love where I'm from
Niggas killin for that white snow, an yo'
I love no hoe don't trust no bitch
She got Master P on her ass an she'll suck my (Damn)
Y'all niggas mad 'cause I'm famous, it's to ride,
It's time to ride, ain't no love on the Side

P]
Y'all better wake-up an smell the muthafuckin coffee
I'm not tryin to preach to y'all but I'm tellin y'all niggas
Watch ya ass an trust
'cause in the ghetto everybody lives John Gotti
Nigga comin up shizort, teck-9's to yo' hizeart
Nigga live an eye for an eye, you fuck me, we fuck you
An like my nigga Silkk said, it's time to
I ain't got no money, I might just a jack
but that's I might do
I'm not tellin you to do that, nigga, do you gotta do
we Bout It! We rowdy!
But who a fuck if we kill each other, nigga
think about it