Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas ain't thugs, the real is the government
Don't if you independent, democrat or republican
Niggas the street, get into beef
blastin, now a new cat is executive chief
With a, passion for you get, blast in yo' seat
Die you crash in yo' Jeep, never passion in your sleep
Like an old man, you a fool you got a whole plan
To territories like Europeans who stole land
The of your whole fam' hang in the balance
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 I thought, NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin
You the undisputed champion, I'm in a you can't be in
My words is like Jesus, the aquarian

It's a chapter of the night, in the ghetto afterlife
Where you just seen or heard about or 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 is still thuggin
gettin money is still ghetto
Still livin the whole thuggish
Your let the metal burst before you take an L
You raised in hell, let the dust settle
Then you ask the question, the life of the innocent
Shit happens huh, a respected by his actions
It's the of the street, you try to meet the karma
While the karma sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma can't be
You don't know your enemy, so you fightin with
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, dyin for
So bad they know they own coffin measurements
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, be hesistant
Or fall victim to the element, word is

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

Niggas get caught up in the
End up in in trouble, sportin a bubble
azure bubble, importer smuggle, forcin a rumble
Hit the blocks a portion to double
and get tossed in the huddle
Police with one piece short of the
a hustle, peep the street life, they movin muscle
And the G's'll make your knees
Tussle with heat until your stand in a pee puddle
double but all the speedy niggas bleed puddles
Make the some try to escape the fed time
Phone taps on direct lines - with the red shine
Jake climbin the bedroom blinds
to bring you to your deadline, it's slippery when wet signs
Red time, wipe the sweat around your time
One spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime
Pieces of hot left in your mind
One slug to the of your spine
Forever to rest on the shrine