Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People at you like youse the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But don't know about your stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for casket and 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 consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear 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 have your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have your gat in hand man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

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

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
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 plan
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 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
thats 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) a funny thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we were going our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz there no comin bac