Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like the user
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
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 for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And what don't know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to it
mad Newport's cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better your gat in hand, cause man
( you have your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to fatal
Pictures of actions be back
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this young black
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
and heart be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
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 to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
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 follow me
protect essence
with less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots every in the (ghetto)
Crooked on sight in the (ghetto)
day is a fight in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got kids to in the (ghetto)
Selling coke and 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 this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause the life 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 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 were going thru our drama i
never death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac