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, Shallah
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
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 old V's, swinging in cabs, slinging them OZ's
All I know is running in fiends labs, hitting the green
Visualizing in the green Jag's
Wait til I get on, the gonna hate it
In this corner, a rich young don 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 bread in the

Hustling, hustle &
We make bread in the ghetto, by selling that
See niggas that bread by busting the gat
Might stick a up, stab him dead in his back
It's a dirty game, but we get through them stacks
Bread game, rather have than fame
Some sell and weed, it ain't no joke
Might sell anything as as we not broke
So if you getting bread, we be coming for your throat
It's 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 bread in the ghetto got a loaf on his head, come on

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]
Brother, to me
Brother, to me
Listen to me, and lay up
How do you get rid of rats in the

[Ghostface
Yo, yo, aiyo we ox 'em, 'em, stuff 'em in black bags
Torture them, toss 'em out the with rift rafts
Cuz we take kindly to rats in the ghetto
Either your mouth stay or get slapped with the metal
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 out his shirt, he talking to NARC!

Shaw "Woman of the Ghetto" sample]

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

We brothers, we came from the same mothers
In the projects, under the covers
the same drawers, fucked the same whores
Rolled dice, kicked rhymes, did in the same hall
Sprayed our on the same wall
Yo, your knew my kids, your wiz knew my wiz
Now you caught up in music and
If that's what it is, that's what it is
Run up in your crib, twelve black brothers
That'll digest to live, die just to
Some us martyrs, some called us fathers
Run up in the club like the bombers
We be the brothers, past lovers
Never wanna see us, blow, we not
Somewhere in the competition, friends got
The money got flipped, tables got crossed
Now you all caught up in 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 [echo]