Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

[Intro:
Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, me up
Turn me up, me up, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything,
Yeah, real shit, shit, Shallah 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
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, hitting the green
Visualizing Chef in the green
Wait til I get on, the gonna hate it
In this corner, a rich young don with a lab

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto"

Brother, to me
Brother, to me
Listen to me, and 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 selling crack
See niggas that make by busting the gat
stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back
It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them
Bread game, have bread than fame
Some sell and weed, it ain't no joke
Might sell as long as we not broke
So if you getting that bread, we be coming for throat
It's crazy a brother might do for the bread
Might violate til ya family is dead
We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the
I heard bread in the got a loaf on his head, come on

Shaw "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, aiyo we ox 'em, 'em, stuff 'em in black bags
Torture them, toss 'em out the window rift rafts
Cuz we take kindly to rats in the ghetto
Either mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal
Big fat rats get fried porkchops for snitching
Get your ass like a wall clock
Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark
A sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC!

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto"

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

We like brothers, we came the same mothers
In the projects, under the covers
Wore the same drawers, fucked the whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did in the same hall
our names on the same wall
Yo, your knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz
Now you caught up in music and
If that's it is, then that's what it is
Run up in crib, with twelve black brothers
digest to live, die just to live
Some us martyrs, some called us fathers
Run up in the club like the bombers
We be the brothers, past lovers
wanna see us, blow, we not others
Somewhere in the competition, friends got
The got flipped, your tables got crossed
Now you all caught up in label talk
Brain in the grain of thoughts
With a and a game that can change New York
We ate from the fork, pop had the same thought [echo]