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 politickin the street, get into
blastin, now a new cat is executive chief
With a, for heat you get, blast in yo' seat
Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, passion in your sleep
Like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a plan
To conquer territories Europeans who stole land
The future of your fam' hang in the balance
You the king, and block is the palace
Y'all is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your weight wet, in collect to save a buck or two
Get mad, who the are you? What you gonna 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 flesh Jesus, the aquarian

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

Yeah, dudes gettin money is still
Chicks gettin money is still
livin the whole thuggish stilleto
Your team let the metal burst before you 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 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 you gettin seasoned like a veteran
We suck the venom out the bite, without the medicine
We benefit from niggas in tenements, for benjamins
So bad that they know own coffin measurements
eloquence, in the moment 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 about or gonna have to
Where they sacrifice the life and niggas see of light
When you trapped up in the but clappers aimin at the wife

Niggas get up in the struggle
End up in in trouble, sportin a bubble
Ford azure bubble, smuggle, forcin a rumble
Hit the with a portion to double
and get tossed in the huddle
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 stand in a pee puddle
Cheese but all the speedy niggas bleed puddles
the headlines; some try to escape the fed time
Phone on direct lines - tec-9's with the red shine
climbin through the bedroom blinds
Tryin to you to your deadline, it's slippery when wet signs
Red time, wipe the sweat around your neck
One shot out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime
Pieces of hot left in your mind
One slug to the left of spine
Forever late to on the shrine