Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But don't know about your stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was like you
Smokin with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out went for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
And they don't know will show on the autopsy
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 have your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our be close captioned
addicted to attractions
of actions be played back
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this young black
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
Hustlin' and heart be a nigga or the
repercutions bustin' on backstabbin' 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 spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you then you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though life is we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no on
To all the seeds that me
protect your
Born with less, but you precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
Crooked on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally loungin
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I I was dead

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

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