Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Afterlife

These niggas thugs, the real thugs is the government
Don't if you independent, democrat or republican
Niggas politickin the street, get beef
Start blastin, now a new cat is executive
With a, for heat you get, blast in yo' seat
Die before you crash in yo' Jeep, never in your sleep
Like an old man, you ain't a fool you got a plan
To conquer territories like 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, spot
Keep your wet, call in collect to save a buck or two
Get mad, who the fuck are What you gonna do?
what I thought, NOTHIN, in the sport of frontin
You the undisputed champion, I'm in a class you be in
My words is like Jesus, the aquarian

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

Yeah, dudes gettin is still thuggin
Chicks gettin money is still
Still livin the thuggish stilleto
Your team let the burst before you take an L
You raised in hell, let the dust first
you ask the question, snatchin 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 sleep, yo it's deep, but the karma can't be beat
You don't know your enemy, so you fightin with
Relate to rap cause they writin what you felt
You got top shelf connects you seasoned like a veteran
We suck the out the snake bite, without the medicine
We benefit from niggas in tenements, dyin for
So bad that they know they own coffin
Ghetto eloquence, in the moment of truth, be hesistant
Or fall victim to the element, is bond

Just another chapter of the night, in the ghetto
Where you just seen or about or gonna have to fight
Where they the life and niggas see flashes of light
When you trapped up in the but clappers aimin at the wife

Niggas get up in the struggle
End up in court in trouble, a bubble
Ford azure bubble, importer smuggle, a rumble
Hit the blocks with a portion to
Flip and get tossed in the
Police one piece short of the puzzle
It's a hustle, the street life, they movin muscle
And the G's'll make your knees
Tussle with heat until your feet stand in a pee
Cheese double but all the speedy niggas bleed
Make the some try to escape the fed time
Phone taps on direct lines - tec-9's the red shine
Jake through the bedroom blinds
Tryin to bring you to deadline, it's slippery when wet signs
Red time, wipe the sweat your neck time
One spill out your red wine, rock shots to deafen your prime
Pieces of hot lead left in your
One to the left of your spine
late to rest on the shrine