Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas ain't thugs, the thugs is the government
Don't matter if you independent, or republican
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 your
Like an old man, you ain't a you got a whole plan
To territories like Europeans who stole land
The future of your whole fam' hang in the
You the king, and block is the palace
niggas is the parliament, untouchable, spot unrushable
Keep your weight wet, in collect to save a buck or two
Get mad, who the fuck are you? What you do?
what I thought, NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin
You the champion, I'm in a class you can't be in
My words is flesh like Jesus, the

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

Yeah, dudes gettin money is thuggin
Chicks money is still ghetto
Still livin the whole stilleto
Your let the metal burst before you take an L
You raised in hell, let the dust first
Then you ask the question, snatchin the life of the
Shit happens huh, a man's 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 your enemy, so you fightin with yourself
Relate to rap niggas cause writin what you felt
You got top connects you gettin seasoned like a veteran
We suck the out the snake bite, without the medicine
We benefit from niggas in tenements, for benjamins
So bad that they know they own coffin
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, be hesistant
Or fall victim to the element, word is

Just chapter 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

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