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

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

Hustling, hustle &
We make bread in the ghetto, by that crack
See niggas make bread by busting the gat
Might 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 fame
Some sell pills and weed, it ain't no
Might anything as long as we not broke
So if you getting that bread, we be coming for 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 the feds
I heard bread in the ghetto got a on his head, come on

[Marlena "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?

Killah]
Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, duff 'em, 'em in black bags
Torture them, 'em out the window with rift rafts
Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the
Either your mouth stay or get slapped with the metal
Big fat rats get fried like for snitching
Get your ass hung like a clock
Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun bark
A wire 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 your kids in the
Feed one child and another
Tell me, me, and just lay up

We like brothers, we came the same mothers
In the projects, the same covers
the same drawers, fucked the same whores
Rolled dice, rhymes, did crimes in the same hall
Sprayed our names on the wall
Yo, kids knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz
Now you up in music and showbiz
If what it is, then that's what it is
Run up in your crib, with twelve black
digest 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, ready past
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 that label
Brain dead in the grain of
With a name and a game that can New York
We ate from the same fork, pop had the thought [echo]