Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

[Intro:
Yo, yo, yo, me up, turn me up
Turn me up, me up, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything,
Yeah, shit, real shit, Shallah Raekwon
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 old V's, swinging 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, & flow
We make bread in the ghetto, by selling crack
See niggas that make by busting the gat
Might stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his
It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them
Bread game, have bread than fame
Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no
sell anything as long as we not broke
So if you that bread, we be coming for your throat
It's what a brother might do for the bread
Might parole 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
Listen to me, and lay up
How do you get rid of rats in the

[Ghostface
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 in the ghetto
your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the metal
Big fat get fried like porkchops for snitching
Get your ass like a wall clock
Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark
A wire out his shirt, he talking to NARC!

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

How do you your kids in the ghetto?
How do you your 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 same
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same
Sprayed our names on the wall
Yo, your knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz
Now you caught up in music and
If that's what it is, that's what it is
Run up in crib, with twelve black brothers
That'll digest to live, die to live
Some called us martyrs, called us fathers
Run up in the like the suicide bombers
We be the brothers, ready past
Never see us, blow, we not others
Somewhere in the competition, friends got
The money got flipped, your got crossed
Now you all caught up in that label
dead in the grain of thoughts
With a and a game that can change New York
We ate from the same fork, pop had the thought [echo]