Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People look at you like the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like 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 hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
And what don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
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
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better have your gat in hand, man
( you have your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to attractions
Pictures of be played back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this young black
Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why shed tears? Save your
My years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe then you can
look at me
Against all odds, though life is we carry on
in the projects, broke with no lights on
To all the seeds that me
protect your
Born with less, but you precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed 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 to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I heard I was

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life when
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) a funny 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 waged a
beef but even tho we going thru our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no bac