Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

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

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

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

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto"

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

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

[Ghostface
Yo, yo, we ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags
Torture them, toss 'em out the window rift rafts
Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the
Either your mouth shut or get slapped with the metal
Big fat rats get fried like for snitching
Get your ass hung a wall clock
It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid the gun bark
A sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC!

[Marlena "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

We like brothers, we came from the same
In the projects, under the covers
Wore the same drawers, fucked the whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same
Sprayed our names on the same
Yo, your kids knew my kids, wiz knew my wiz
Now you up in music and showbiz
If that's what it is, then that's it is
Run up in your crib, with twelve black
That'll digest to live, die just to
Some us martyrs, some called us fathers
Run up in the club like the suicide
We be the brothers, past lovers
Never see us, blow, we not others
in the competition, friends got lost
The got flipped, your tables got crossed
Now you all caught up in that talk
dead 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]