Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

In this world I'm pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the
In world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the the city

Look I was raised in in the ghetto, I got in the ghetto
A lot of got made in the ghetto
A lot of wankstas got, got in the
Got shot in the ghetto but not in they metal

I use to hang out with the ol' G's and peep
They use to send me to the store and tell me keep the
Now eight years later and I run shit
Kiss the 'cause now I'm on some dumb shit

And I with that kissing ass shit dawg
You owe me stacks, hold me back
I'm backin' heat the Heatmakers, I can spit it from the head
I don't need a of loose sleeve paper

You why I never mix and mingle
I'd roll a dutch and mix my single
And I know about y'all but I'm workin'
And I don't know you but I ain't hurtin'

In this world I'm gon'
I was raised in the ghetto-out the

My neighborhood ain't shit like Mister
in the ghetto, niggaz quick to squabble
Everybody unemployed in the fair, health care
Shit the game fair, a lot of y'all never come back to the ghetto

'Cause greedy ass fuck
Niggaz don't take of they kids, they'd rather buy a new truck
You wanna be a ghetto and ride in the hood
'Cause the D's post up, it's goin' down in the hood

It's that more paper bring more haters
wanna coach but we need more players
In eighth grade I got on a regular basis
I'm stepping out with Air Max with the regular

In world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the ghetto-out the

Something is holdin' me
Something is holdin' me
Something is holdin' me
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