Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas ain't thugs, the real thugs is the
matter if you independent, democrat or republican
Niggas politickin the street, get beef
Start blastin, now a new cat is executive
a, passion for heat you get, blast in yo' seat
Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never in your sleep
Like an old man, you a fool you got a whole plan
To territories like Europeans who stole land
The future of your whole fam' hang in the
You the king, and block is the palace
niggas is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your wet, call 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 champion, I'm in a class you can't be in
My words is flesh Jesus, the aquarian

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

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

another chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or have to fight
they sacrifice the life and niggas see flashes of light
When you 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 with a portion to
Flip and get tossed in the
Police with one piece of the puzzle
It's a hustle, peep the street life, they muscle
And the make your knees buckle
Tussle with heat until your feet in a pee puddle
Cheese double but all the speedy niggas bleed
Make the headlines; some try to escape the fed
Phone taps on direct lines - with the red shine
Jake climbin the bedroom blinds
Tryin to bring you to your deadline, slippery when wet signs
Red time, wipe the around your neck time
One shot spill out your red wine, rock shots to your prime
Pieces of hot left in your mind
One to the left of your spine
late to rest on the shrine