Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

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

Look I was in in the ghetto, I got payed in the ghetto
A lot of got made in the ghetto
A lot of wankstas got, got in the
Got shot in the but not popped 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 the change
Now it's eight years later and I run
Kiss the ring 'cause now I'm on some shit

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

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

In world I'm gon' pity
I was raised in the the city

My neighborhood ain't shit Mister Rogers
'Cause in the ghetto, quick to squabble
Everybody unemployed in the ghetto-well fair, care
Shit the game ain't fair, a lot of never come back to the ghetto

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

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

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

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