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, real shit, real shit, Raekwon
All day, let's go, aiyo, aiyo,

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

Park Projects, one eight pound
Holding it down, that's the motto, 'lo and lottos
Blunts on the regular, O.G.
I'm into old V's, in cabs, slinging them OZ's
All I know is running in fiends labs, the green bags
Visualizing Chef in the green
Wait til I get on, the haters hate it
In this corner, a young don with a crisp lab

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

Hustling, & flow
We make bread in the ghetto, by selling that
See niggas that bread by busting the gat
stick a nigga up, stab him dead in his back
It's a dirty bread game, but we get through them
Bread game, rather have bread than
Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no
Might sell anything as long as we not
So if you getting that bread, we be coming for your
crazy what a brother might do for the bread
Might violate 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
to me, and just lay up
How do you get rid of rats in the

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

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

We brothers, we came from the same mothers
In the projects, under the covers
Wore the drawers, fucked the same whores
dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same hall
Sprayed our on the same wall
Yo, your kids knew my kids, your wiz my wiz
Now you up in music and showbiz
If that's what it is, that's what it is
Run up in your crib, with twelve brothers
That'll to live, die just to live
Some us martyrs, some called us fathers
Run up in the club the suicide bombers
We be the brothers, past lovers
Never wanna see us, blow, we not
Somewhere in the competition, got lost
The got flipped, your tables got crossed
Now you all caught up in that label
Brain dead in the of thoughts
With a name and a that can change New York
We ate from the same fork, pop had the same [echo]