Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
People look at you like youse the
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin 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 moms me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks for twenty down South
up my tools for my raw power move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, man
( you betta have your gat in hand man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to attractions
Pictures of be played back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this young male
Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a nigga or the
while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why shed Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe then you can
Just at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we on
in the projects, broke with no lights on
To all the that follow me
protect essence
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots every 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)
coke and weed 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
with my man to take over this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally black
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors 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 when 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 dude
yo i kno him we two individual people we waged a
beef but tho we were going thru our drama i would
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac