Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

1

long nails, pack of
dutches and a bag of
that's all a bitch like you
you from the ghetto
that Reggie that you push
don't be burning like Cush
you need that Reggie bush
with the ghetto
moscato up my cup
run outs we don't a f**k
new folk get me so up
from the ghetto
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, Tim's
slide in with some bigger
a key and hit the flee
and go an get some bigger
tha is in the building man
I'll get you in feelings man
It's some s**t your house
with rims tha of ceiling fans
I'm the of King Kong
I'm stomping the Congo
I can make it clap, beat it like a bongo
cat got your
you tell that let you tongue go
wouldn't of did this s**t right
so gutter but the so

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

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

2

you in the Benz in the
in yo mama's name
you hustle lock yo
and that's the third time yo number
transport airbrush, speakers on
pu**y huggers
high sneakers on
my done, nails too
all on the porch
you in some Vicki's ass
hanging out yo boy
stiletto's
and on her metro
tatted silhouettes, cuz wet is so fu**ing ghetto
game, bond 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 rapper
you are muthaf**king
hundred jeans on
tag bragging
but tha world yo ass
so you where f**ka's sagging
cd of the choice
and Nike's be tha of choice
paint, 24's
boosters, hoes, and licka
(ghetto, so ghetto)

(1X)

3

tomboys, hot
hammer laying in lap
got laying in your bed
and laying in your trap
dubs on the four
in the headrest
and hundred dolla
cuz he was tricking tha head best
eight with chase
eviction notice served
child support, hood
advance on the third
bootleg
had anotha kid
Income tax
you claiming other people's
more hard teeth, tattoos dreadlocks
you out tha room 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 watch him role and him stick
you in the ghetto
pills, dro, kid,
and people you don't wanna
weed bags, stores
it's so muthaf**in

(1X)