Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas ain't thugs, the real is the government
Don't matter if you independent, or republican
Niggas the street, get into beef
Start blastin, now a new cat is chief
With a, passion for heat you get, in yo' seat
Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never in your sleep
Like an old man, you ain't a you got a whole plan
To conquer territories like Europeans who stole
The future of your whole hang in the balance
You the king, and your block is the
Y'all niggas is the parliament, untouchable, spot
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 undisputed champion, I'm in a you can't be in
My words is flesh like Jesus, the

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

Yeah, dudes money is still thuggin
Chicks gettin is still ghetto
Still livin the whole thuggish
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 of the innocent
happens 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 deep, but the karma can't be beat
You don't know enemy, so you fightin with yourself
Relate to rap niggas cause writin what you felt
You got top shelf connects you gettin seasoned a veteran
We suck the venom out the bite, without the medicine
We from niggas in tenements, dyin for benjamins
So bad they know they own coffin measurements
eloquence, in the moment of truth, don't be hesistant
Or fall victim to the element, is bond

Just another of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or gonna to fight
Where sacrifice the life and niggas 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
azure bubble, importer 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
Tussle heat until your feet stand in a pee puddle
Cheese but all the speedy niggas bleed puddles
Make the headlines; some try to 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, slippery when wet signs
Red time, wipe the sweat around neck time
One spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime
Pieces of hot lead left in your
One slug to the left of your
late to rest on the shrine