Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Raekwon]
Yo, yo, yo, me up, turn me up
Turn me up, me up, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, everything, yeah
Yeah, real shit, real shit, Shallah
All day, go, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

[Marlena "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 eight
Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo goose and
Blunts on the regular, O.G.
I'm old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging them OZ's
All I know is in fiends labs, hitting the green bags
Visualizing in the green Jag's
Wait til I get on, the haters gonna it
In corner, a rich young don with a crisp lab

[Marlena "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

Hustling, & flow
We make 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 bread game, but we get through stacks
Bread game, rather have bread fame
sell pills and weed, it ain't no joke
Might sell anything as 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
Might violate parole til ya 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

[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, duff 'em, stuff 'em in bags
them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts
Cuz we don't kindly to rats in the ghetto
Either mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal
Big fat rats get like porkchops for snitching
Get your ass hung like a clock
It's Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark
A wire sticking out his shirt, he to NARC!

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

We like brothers, we came from the same
In the projects, under the same
the same drawers, fucked the same whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the hall
Sprayed our names on the wall
Yo, your kids knew my kids, wiz knew my wiz
Now you caught up in and showbiz
If that's what it is, then what it is
Run up in your crib, with black brothers
That'll to live, die just to live
Some called us martyrs, 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 money got flipped, tables got crossed
Now you all caught up in label talk
Brain in the grain of thoughts
With a name and a game that can change New
We ate from the same fork, pop had the thought [echo]