Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

[Intro:
Yo, yo, yo, turn me up, me up
me up, turn me up, yeah, yeah, come on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, take everything,
Yeah, shit, real shit, Shallah Raekwon
All day, go, aiyo, aiyo, aiyo

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto"

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
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 is running in fiends labs, hitting the green bags
Visualizing in the green Jag's
til I get on, the haters gonna hate it
In this corner, a 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 make your bread in the
How do you your bread in the ghetto?

Hustling, & flow
We make in the ghetto, by selling that crack
See niggas make bread 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, rather bread than fame
Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no
Might sell as long as we not broke
So if you getting bread, we be coming for your throat
It's crazy a brother 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 in the ghetto?

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

[Marlena "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

We like brothers, we from the same mothers
In the projects, the same covers
Wore the same drawers, fucked the whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the same
our names on the same wall
Yo, your kids knew my kids, wiz knew my wiz
Now you caught up in music and
If what it is, then that's what it is
Run up in your crib, twelve black brothers
That'll digest to live, die to live
Some called us martyrs, called us fathers
Run up in the club like the bombers
We be the brothers, ready past
wanna see us, blow, we not others
Somewhere in the competition, got lost
The got flipped, your tables got crossed
Now you all caught up in label talk
Brain dead in the of thoughts
With a and a game that can change New York
We ate from the same fork, pop had the same [echo]