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

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

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto"

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 in the ghetto?

Hustling, hustle &
We make in the ghetto, by selling that crack
See niggas that make bread by the gat
Might stick a nigga up, him dead in his back
It's a bread game, but we get through them stacks
Bread game, rather bread than fame
Some sell and weed, it ain't no joke
Might sell anything as long as we not
So if you that bread, we be coming for your throat
It's crazy what a brother might do for the
violate parole til ya family is dead
We get bread in the ghetto, while we ducking the
I heard bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, 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, 'em in black bags
Torture them, toss 'em out the with rift rafts
Cuz we don't take kindly to rats in the
Either your mouth stay shut or get slapped with the
Big fat rats get like porkchops for snitching
Get your ass like a wall clock
It's Tone Stark, Billy the Kid when the gun
A wire sticking out his shirt, he to NARC!

[Marlena Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto"

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

We like brothers, we from the same mothers
In the projects, under the covers
the same drawers, fucked the same whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did crimes in the hall
Sprayed our names on the wall
Yo, your knew my kids, your 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 to live, die just to live
Some called us martyrs, some called us
Run up in the club like the bombers
We be the brothers, past lovers
wanna see us, blow, we not others
Somewhere in the competition, friends got
The money got flipped, your got crossed
Now you all up in that label talk
Brain in the grain of thoughts
With a and a game that can change New York
We ate from the same fork, pop had the same thought