Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

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

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

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

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

Niggas get caught up in the
End up in court in trouble, a bubble
Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, a rumble
Hit the blocks a portion to double
and get tossed in the huddle
Police with one short of the puzzle
It's a hustle, peep the street life, they movin
And the make your knees buckle
Tussle with heat until your stand in a pee puddle
Cheese double but all the speedy bleed puddles
the headlines; some try to escape the fed time
Phone taps on direct lines - with the red shine
climbin through the bedroom blinds
Tryin to you to your deadline, it's slippery when wet signs
Red time, wipe the sweat around neck time
One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your
Pieces of hot lead left in mind
One slug to the of your spine
Forever late to on the shrine