Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

1

long nails, pack of
and a bag of weed
that's all a bitch you need
you from the ghetto
that Reggie that you push
don't be like that Cush
you gone that Reggie bush
with the ghetto
moscato up my cup
run outs we don't a f**k
new folk get me so up
coming from the
so watch it when you in tha
and watch what you say out your
and watch yo step cuz slippers
you in the ghetto
wife beater, nigga
slide in some bigger rims
a key and hit the flee
and go an get some gyms
tha is in the building man
get you in your feelings man
It's some s**t outside house
with tha size of ceiling fans
I'm the of King Kong
I'm stomping the Congo
I can make it clap clap, beat it a bongo
cat got tongue
you tell that let you tongue go
wouldn't of did this s**t here
so gutter but the so

ghetto, country, hood,
put your hands up if you that s**t
ghetto, ya know opposite of
twelve inch yaki, big round

way to hello, say I'm
fly the medal
tell em that it is it is
I make it do it do
and i love where i
and my love it too, cuz we ghetto

2

you in the Benz in the
lights in yo name
you hustle yo celly
and that's the third time yo number
transport airbrush, outside on
Valentino pu**y
high heel on
my done, nails too
all on the porch
you cooking in some ass
out yo boy shorts
camouflage
and diamonds on her
silhouettes, cuz wet is just so fu**ing ghetto
dope game, man
bonds money, man
that's how you funds man
you in the ghetto
if you make your money
and yo is off tha heezy
and yo favorite Jeezy
you are ghetto
hundred dollar on
tag bragging
but tha kiss yo ass
so you where them f**ka's
cd of the choice
and Nike's be tha shoe of
paint, 24's
boosters, hoes, and licka
(ghetto, so ghetto)

(1X)

3

tomboys, hot
laying in your lap
got bitches laying in bed
and laying in your trap
dubs on the wheela
TV's in the
and dolla best
cuz he was tricking give tha best
section eight chase
notice getting served
child support, hood
advance on the third
bootleg
Rico had kid
tax checks
you claiming other kids
more hard gold teeth, tattoos
you serving out tha window
oh now you call it
lace front, long
for a trap star
now every nigga in the
he he a rap star
fully automatic
out a town a brick
now watch him and watch him stick
you in the ghetto
pills, dro, kid,
and people you don't wanna
weed bags, corner
it's so muthaf**in

(1X)