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, let's go, aiyo, aiyo,

[Marlena "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
to me, and just lay up

Park Projects, one eight pound
Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and
on the regular, O.G. style
I'm into old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging OZ's
All I know is running in fiends labs, hitting the bags
Visualizing Chef in the green
Wait til I get on, the haters gonna it
In corner, a rich young don with 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 bread in the ghetto?
How do you make your in the ghetto?

Hustling, hustle &
We bread in the ghetto, by selling that crack
See niggas make bread by busting the gat
Might stick a nigga up, him dead in his back
It's a dirty game, but we get through them stacks
Bread game, rather have bread fame
Some pills 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 what a might do for the bread
violate parole til ya family is dead
We get bread in the ghetto, we ducking the feds
I bread in the ghetto 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

Killah]
Yo, yo, we ox 'em, duff 'em, stuff 'em in black bags
Torture them, 'em out the window with rift rafts
Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the
Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped the metal
Big fat get fried like porkchops for snitching
Get your ass like a wall clock
It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun
A wire sticking out his shirt, he 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 child and starve
Tell me, me, and just lay up

We like brothers, we came from the mothers
In the projects, under the same
Wore the same drawers, fucked the same
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same
our names on the same wall
Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz my wiz
Now you caught up in music and
If that's it is, then that's what it is
Run up in your crib, with twelve brothers
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 past
wanna see us, blow, we not others
Somewhere in the competition, got lost
The money got flipped, your tables got
Now you all caught up in label talk
Brain dead in the of thoughts
With a name and a game that can change New
We ate from the same fork, pop had the same thought