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, 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 fool you got a plan
To conquer territories like Europeans who land
The future of your whole fam' hang in the
You the king, and your block is the
Y'all is the parliament, untouchable, spot 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 class you be in
My words is flesh Jesus, the aquarian

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

Yeah, dudes gettin money is still
gettin money is still ghetto
Still livin the thuggish stilleto
Your team let the metal burst before you an L
You in hell, let the dust settle first
Then you ask the question, snatchin the of the innocent
happens huh, a man's 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 be beat
You know your enemy, so you fightin with yourself
Relate to rap niggas cause they what you felt
You got top shelf connects you seasoned like a veteran
We suck the venom out the snake bite, the medicine
We benefit from niggas in tenements, for benjamins
So bad that they know own coffin measurements
Ghetto eloquence, in the 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 or heard about or gonna have to fight
they sacrifice the life and niggas see flashes of light
When you trapped up in the heights but clappers at the wife

get caught up in the struggle
End up in court in trouble, a bubble
Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, a rumble
Hit the blocks with a to double
Flip and get in the huddle
Police with one piece short of the
It's a hustle, peep the street life, movin muscle
And the G's'll make your buckle
Tussle with heat until your stand in a pee puddle
Cheese double but all the speedy bleed puddles
the headlines; some try to escape the fed time
Phone taps on lines - tec-9's with the red shine
Jake climbin through the blinds
Tryin to bring you to your deadline, it's slippery wet signs
Red time, the sweat around your neck time
One shot spill out your red wine, rock to deafen your prime
Pieces of hot lead left in your
One to the left of your spine
late to rest on the shrine