Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas ain't thugs, the thugs is the government
Don't matter if you independent, democrat or
Niggas the street, get into 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 passion in sleep
Like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a whole
To territories like Europeans 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, unrushable
Keep weight wet, call in collect to save a buck or two
Get mad, who the fuck are What you gonna do?
Exactly what I thought, NOTHIN, in the of frontin
You the champion, I'm in a class you can't be in
My words is flesh Jesus, the aquarian

It's just a chapter of the night, in the ghetto
you just seen or heard about or gonna have 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, dudes money is still thuggin
Chicks gettin money is ghetto
Still livin the whole stilleto
Your team let the metal before you take an L
You raised in hell, let the dust first
Then you ask the question, the life of the innocent
Shit huh, a man's respected by his actions
the karma of the street, you try to meet the karma
While the sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma can't be beat
You don't know your enemy, so you with yourself
Relate to rap niggas cause writin what you felt
You got top shelf you gettin seasoned like a veteran
We the venom out the snake bite, without the medicine
We benefit from niggas in tenements, for benjamins
So bad that they know own coffin measurements
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, be hesistant
Or fall victim to the element, 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 trapped up in the heights but aimin at the wife

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