Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But they don't about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for 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 show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to 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 better have your gat in hand, man
( you betta your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to attractions
Pictures of actions be played
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this black male
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
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your
My childhood years spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you believe then you can
Just 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
your essence
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)
Selling 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 on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally loungin
Sittin back, countin double digit stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
I heard 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 thing i kinda realized how 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we were going thru our drama i
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac