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, 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
it down, that's 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, the green bags
Chef in the green Jag's
Wait til I get on, the haters hate it
In this corner, a rich young don with a lab

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

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

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto"
Brother, to me
Brother, to me
Listen to me, and lay up
How do you get rid of rats in the

[Ghostface
Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, 'em in black bags
them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts
Cuz we don't kindly to rats in the ghetto
Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the
Big fat rats get like 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 "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

We like brothers, we came from the same
In the projects, under the same
Wore the same drawers, fucked the same
dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall
Sprayed our names on the wall
Yo, your knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz
Now you caught up in and showbiz
If that's what it is, that's what it is
Run up in your crib, twelve black brothers
That'll to live, die just to live
Some called us martyrs, some called us
Run up in the club the suicide bombers
We be the brothers, past lovers
Never see us, blow, we not others
Somewhere in the competition, friends got
The money got flipped, 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 the same fork, pop had the same thought [echo]