Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas thugs, the real thugs is the government
Don't matter if you independent, or republican
Niggas politickin the street, get beef
Start blastin, now a new cat is executive
With a, 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 conquer territories like Europeans who stole
The of your whole fam' hang in the balance
You the king, and block 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 champion, I'm in a class you can't be in
My is flesh like Jesus, the aquarian

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

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

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

Niggas get caught up in the
End up in in trouble, sportin a bubble
Ford azure bubble, smuggle, forcin a rumble
Hit the blocks with a 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
with heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle
Cheese but all the speedy niggas bleed puddles
Make the headlines; some try to escape the fed
Phone taps on lines - tec-9's with the red shine
Jake through the bedroom blinds
to bring 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 your prime
Pieces of hot lead left in your
One slug to the of your spine
Forever to rest on the shrine