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, 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 into old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging OZ's
All I know is in fiends labs, hitting the green bags
Visualizing Chef in the green
Wait til I get on, the haters hate it
In this corner, a rich 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 your bread in the ghetto?
How do you make your bread in the

Hustling, hustle &
We make in the ghetto, by selling that crack
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
game, rather have bread than fame
Some sell and weed, it ain't no joke
Might anything as long as we not broke
So if you getting that bread, we be for your throat
It's crazy what a brother do for the bread
Might violate til ya family is dead
We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the
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 in the ghetto?

Killah]
Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, 'em, stuff 'em in black bags
them, toss 'em out the window with rift rafts
Cuz we don't take kindly to in the ghetto
Either your stay shut or get slapped with the metal
Big fat rats get fried like for snitching
Get your ass hung a wall clock
Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark
A sticking out his shirt, he talking to NARC!

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

We brothers, we came from the same mothers
In the projects, under the same
the same drawers, fucked the same whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did 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 what it is, then that's what it is
Run up in your crib, with twelve brothers
digest to live, die just to live
Some called us martyrs, called us fathers
Run up in the like the suicide bombers
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
dead in the grain of thoughts
With a name and a game that can New York
We ate from the fork, pop had the same thought [echo]