Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about 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 just 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, 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 move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for chumps tryin to my flow
And what they don't will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
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 close
addicted to attractions
Pictures of actions be played
in the midst of
No tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin'
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, in pictures
Why shed Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the
Here's a to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
Just at me
Against all odds, life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, with no lights on
To all the seeds follow me
protect essence
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun every night in the (ghetto)
Crooked on sight 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
with my man Two-Tecs to over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand
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 how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a dude
yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we going thru our drama i would
wish death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac