Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
People at you like youse the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, man
( you betta have your gat in cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to fatal
Pictures of be played back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this young black
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
and heart be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My childhood years were spent my peers in the cemetary
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe then you can
Just at me
Against all odds, though is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no on
To all the seeds follow me
protect your
Born with less, but you precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots every in the (ghetto)
cops on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the master
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life your
in the (ghetto) oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto)
Thats the life ur
in the (ghetto)oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

(talking) It's a funny thing i kinda realized how 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a dude
yo i kno him we two people we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we going thru our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz aint no comin bac