Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

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

Look I was in in the ghetto, I got payed in the ghetto
A lot of got made in the ghetto
A lot of got, got in the ghetto
Got shot in the ghetto but not popped in they

I use to hang out the ol' G's and peep game
They use to send me to the and tell me keep the change
Now it's eight years and I run shit
Kiss the ring now I'm on some dumb shit

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

You wonder why I mix and mingle
I'd roll a dutch and mix my single
And I don't 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 the city

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

y'all 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 when the D's post up, it's down in the hood

It's understood that paper bring more haters
Everybody wanna coach but we need more
In eighth I got paid on a regular basis
I'm out with Air Max with the regular laces

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

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