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, real shit, Shallah
All day, go, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

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

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto"

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

Hustling, & flow
We bread in the ghetto, by selling that crack
See niggas that make by busting the gat
Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his
It's a bread game, but we get through them stacks
game, rather have bread than fame
Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no
Might sell as long as we not broke
So if you that bread, we be coming for your throat
crazy what a brother might do for the bread
Might violate parole til ya family is
We get bread in the ghetto, we ducking 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
Listen to me, and lay up
How do you get rid of in the ghetto?

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

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

We brothers, we came from the same mothers
In the projects, under the covers
Wore the same drawers, fucked the whores
dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall
Sprayed our names on the wall
Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz my wiz
Now you caught up in 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 to live
called us martyrs, some called us fathers
Run up in the club like the suicide
We be the brothers, ready 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 dead in the of thoughts
With a name and a that can change New York
We ate the same fork, pop had the same thought [echo]