Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas thugs, the real thugs is the government
Don't matter if you independent, or republican
politickin the street, get into beef
Start blastin, now a new cat is chief
With a, passion for heat you get, in yo' seat
Die you crash in yo' Jeep, never passion in your sleep
Like an old man, you ain't a you got a whole plan
To conquer territories like who stole land
The future of your whole fam' hang in the
You the king, and your block is the
Y'all niggas is the parliament, untouchable, spot
your weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two
Get mad, who the fuck are you? you gonna do?
Exactly 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 Jesus, the aquarian

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

Yeah, dudes gettin is still thuggin
Chicks gettin is still ghetto
livin the whole thuggish stilleto
Your team let the burst before you take an L
You raised in hell, let the dust first
Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the
Shit 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 be beat
You don't know enemy, so you fightin with yourself
Relate to rap niggas cause they what you felt
You got top shelf connects you gettin seasoned a veteran
We the venom out the snake bite, without the medicine
We benefit from niggas in tenements, for benjamins
So bad they know they own coffin measurements
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, don't be
Or victim to the element, word is bond

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

get caught up in the struggle
End up in court in trouble, sportin a
Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a
Hit the blocks with a portion to
Flip and get in the huddle
Police with one piece short of the
It's a hustle, the street life, they movin muscle
And the G's'll make knees buckle
Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee
Cheese but all the speedy niggas bleed puddles
Make the some try to escape the fed time
Phone on direct lines - tec-9's 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 your time
One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen prime
Pieces of hot lead left in your
One slug to the left of your
Forever late to on the shrine