Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets broke as hell, another 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
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
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, that's why my hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And they 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, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have your gat in cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to attractions
Pictures of be played back
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you then you can achieve
Just at me
all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the seeds that me
protect your
Born less, but you still 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 kids to in the (ghetto)
Selling coke and in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody 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 projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
I heard 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 thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a strong
yo i kno him we two individual people we a coastal
but even tho we were going thru our drama i would
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac