Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

[Intro:
Yo, yo, yo, me up, turn me up
Turn me up, me up, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything,
Yeah, real shit, real shit, Raekwon
All day, go, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

[Marlena "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

I was born and raised, in the
I was and raised, in the ghetto
I was born and raised, in the
Listen to me, and lay up

Park Hill Projects, one pound
it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and lottos
Blunts on the regular, O.G.
I'm into old V's, in cabs, slinging them OZ's
All I know is running in fiends labs, the green bags
Chef in the green Jag's
Wait til I get on, the gonna hate it
In this corner, a rich young don a crisp lab

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

Brother, to me
Brother, to me
to me, and just lay up
How do you make your in the ghetto?
How do you make your in the ghetto?

Hustling, hustle &
We make bread in the ghetto, by that crack
See niggas that bread by busting the gat
Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his
It's a dirty bread game, but we get them stacks
game, rather have bread than fame
Some pills and weed, it ain't no joke
Might sell anything as long as we not
So if you getting bread, we be coming for your throat
It's crazy what a brother might do for the
Might violate parole til ya is dead
We get bread in the ghetto, we ducking the feds
I heard in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on

[Marlena "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
Brother, to me
Brother, to me
to me, and just lay up
How do you get rid of in the ghetto?

Killah]
Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, 'em in black bags
Torture them, toss 'em out the with rift rafts
Cuz we don't kindly to rats in the ghetto
Either your mouth stay shut or get with the metal
Big fat rats get like porkchops for snitching
Get your ass hung a wall clock
It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun
A wire sticking out his shirt, he to NARC!

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto"

How do you raise your in the ghetto?
How do you your kids in the ghetto?
one child and starve another
Tell me, tell me, and lay up

We brothers, we came from the same mothers
In the projects, the same covers
Wore the same drawers, the same whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the hall
Sprayed our on the same wall
Yo, your kids knew my kids, wiz knew my wiz
Now you caught up in music and
If that's what it is, that's what it is
Run up in your crib, with twelve black
That'll to live, die just to live
Some called us martyrs, some us fathers
Run up in the club the suicide bombers
We be the brothers, ready lovers
Never see us, blow, we not others
Somewhere in the competition, friends got
The money got flipped, your got crossed
Now you all caught up in that talk
Brain in the grain of thoughts
With a name and a that can change New York
We ate from the same fork, pop had the thought [echo]