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
look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But they don't know about stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
And what they don't know will on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can 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 captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of actions be back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this young male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
and heart be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin'
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast and bitches
Wishin' I live my a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you believe you can achieve
Just at me
all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no on
To all the seeds that me
your essence
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun shots every in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
day is a fight in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got kids to in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
day somebody bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

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

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life 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 i'm saying cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal
beef but tho we were going thru our drama i would
never death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac