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 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
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, 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 went for twenty down
Packed up my tools for my raw 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 tryin to hear 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 have your gat in hand, man
( you betta have your gat in hand man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of be played back
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this young male
Some see me stranded in land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin'
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the
Here's a 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, with no lights on
To all the that follow me
protect your
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
cops on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed 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 on my way to Maryland
my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Cause the life when 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) 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 we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we were thru our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz aint no comin bac