Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas ain't thugs, the real is the government
Don't if you independent, democrat or republican
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 passion in your
Like an old man, you ain't a you got a whole plan
To conquer territories like Europeans who land
The future of your whole fam' hang in the
You the king, and your is the palace
niggas is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your weight wet, in collect to save a buck or two
Get mad, who the fuck are you? What you do?
Exactly I thought, NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin
You the undisputed champion, I'm in a class you be in
My words is like Jesus, the aquarian

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

Yeah, gettin money is still thuggin
gettin money is still ghetto
Still livin the whole thuggish
Your let the metal burst before you take an L
You in hell, let the dust settle first
Then you ask the question, snatchin the of the innocent
Shit huh, a man's respected by his actions
It's the karma of the street, you try to the karma
While the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma be beat
You don't know your enemy, so you with yourself
Relate to rap niggas they writin 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 niggas in tenements, dyin for benjamins
So bad that know 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 afterlife
Where you just seen or heard or gonna 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

Niggas get caught up in the
End up in court in trouble, sportin a
Ford bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble
Hit the blocks with a to double
and get tossed in the huddle
Police one piece short of the puzzle
It's a hustle, peep the street life, they movin
And the G's'll your knees buckle
Tussle with heat until your stand in a pee puddle
Cheese double but all the speedy niggas puddles
Make the headlines; try to escape the fed time
Phone taps on lines - tec-9's with the red shine
Jake climbin through the blinds
Tryin to bring you to your deadline, it's slippery wet signs
Red time, wipe the around your neck time
One shot spill out your red wine, rock to deafen your prime
Pieces of hot lead left in your
One slug to the of your spine
Forever late to on the shrine