Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

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

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our be close captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of actions be back
in the midst of
No tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you then you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we on
Livin' in the projects, with no lights on
To all the that follow me
protect your
Born with less, but you precious

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

I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, next?
At last, I'm literally black
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life when
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 thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual people we a coastal
beef but even tho we were thru our drama i would
never wish death on cuz there aint no comin bac