Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas thugs, the real thugs is the government
Don't matter if you independent, democrat or
Niggas politickin the street, get beef
Start blastin, now a new cat is chief
With a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo'
Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never in your sleep
an old man, you ain't a fool you got a whole plan
To conquer territories like who stole land
The future of your whole hang in the balance
You the king, and your block is the
Y'all is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your weight wet, call in collect to a buck or two
Get mad, who the fuck are you? What you do?
Exactly what I thought, NOTHIN, in the of frontin
You the undisputed champion, I'm in a you can't be in
My words is flesh Jesus, the aquarian

It's just a chapter of the night, in the afterlife
Where you seen or heard about or gonna have to fight
Where they sacrifice the life and see flashes of light
you trapped up in the heights but clappers aimin at the wife

Yeah, dudes gettin money is still
Chicks gettin is still ghetto
Still livin the whole stilleto
Your let the metal burst before you take an L
You raised in hell, let the dust first
you ask the question, snatchin the life of the innocent
Shit huh, a man's respected by his actions
It's the karma of the street, you try to meet the
While the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the can't be beat
You don't your enemy, so you fightin with yourself
Relate to rap niggas cause writin what you felt
You got top connects you gettin seasoned like a veteran
We suck the out the snake bite, without the medicine
We from niggas in tenements, dyin for benjamins
So bad that know they own coffin measurements
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, don't be
Or fall to the element, word is bond

Just another chapter of the night, in the afterlife
Where you just seen or heard or gonna have to fight
Where sacrifice the life and niggas see flashes of light
When you trapped up in the heights but clappers at the wife

Niggas get up in the struggle
End up in court in trouble, a bubble
azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble
Hit the with a portion to double
Flip and get in the huddle
Police one piece short of the puzzle
It's a hustle, peep the street life, movin muscle
And the G's'll make your buckle
Tussle heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle
Cheese double but all the speedy niggas bleed
Make the headlines; try to escape the fed time
Phone taps on direct - tec-9's with the red shine
climbin through the bedroom blinds
Tryin to bring you to your deadline, it's slippery when wet
Red time, wipe the sweat your neck time
One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen prime
of hot lead left in your mind
One slug to the left of spine
Forever to rest on the shrine