Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

1

long nails, pack of
dutches and a bag of
that's all a like you need
you the f**king ghetto
that Reggie Miller you push
don't be burning that Cush
you need that Reggie bush
f**king with the
moscato up my cup
run outs we don't a f**k
new folk get me so up
from the ghetto
so it when you in tha south
and watch you say out your mouth
and watch yo step cuz count
when you in the
beater, nigga Tim's
slide in with some bigger
flip a key and hit the
and go an get some gyms
tha hood is in the man
I'll get you in your man
It's some outside your house
with rims tha of ceiling fans
I'm the of King Kong
I'm stomping through the
I can it clap clap, beat it like a bongo
cat got tongue
you tell pussy let you tongue go
of did this s**t right here
so gutter but the so

ghetto, country, hood,
put hands up if you f**king that s**t
ghetto, ya know of busse
twelve yaki, big round booties

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

2

you in the in the projects
in yo mama's name
you lock yo celly
and that's the third yo number changed
airbrush, outside speakers on
Valentino pu**y
high heel on
my feet done, too
all on the front
you in some Vicki's ass
hanging out yo boy
stiletto's
and diamonds on her
tatted silhouettes, cuz wet is just so ghetto
game, bond man
bonds money, man
how you spend funds man
when you in the
if you make your money
and yo is off tha heezy
and yo favorite rapper
you are muthaf**king
hundred jeans on
price tag
but tha kiss yo ass
so you where them sagging
cd of the newest
and Nike's be tha of choice
paint, 24's
boosters, hoes, and licka
(ghetto, so ghetto)

(1X)

3

tomboys, hot
hammer in your lap
got laying in your bed
and robbers in your trap
dubs on the four
in the headrest
and hundred dolla
cuz he was tricking tha head best
section eight chase
eviction notice served
support, hood homes
advance on the f**king
bootleg
had anotha kid
Income tax
you other people's kids
more hard gold teeth, dreadlocks
you serving out tha window
oh now you call it
lace front, lashes
for a trap star
now every in the ghetto
he he a rap star
fully automatic
out a town a brick
now him role and watch him stick
you in the ghetto
pills, dro, kid,
and people you don't wanna
weed bags, stores
it's so muthaf**in

(1X)