Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Boy

I got that, B-More in me yeah that's my (What what)
I rep my city, bitch I got 'em (Na-na-na)
Fuck what you heard, be wildin'
You got me up, I'm from the bottom (Oh yes Lord!)
like I'm pimpin', talk like I'm mackin'
The projects love me, boy what's happenin' (Na-na-na)
I'm finna kill 'em, I'm kill 'em
I'm on a hunnid, I hit the ceiling
I'm
Fuck these bitches, we go for
And I'm my brothers keeper, bitch I'm at "The Carter"
The equalizer I'm deeper, wiser, handsome, smarter
Man call a ambulance, your ass don't a chance in Sparta
Oh no no!
I'm out the west side, ask my grandma
I to move the pack, had a pack of blamma
My niggas stacked with AKA's and ain't no Capa
And now we laughing to the bank na-na-na-na
with me!

No sunshine or feeling (The ghetto)
Watch 'em all scatter they'll each other (The ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't make him in (The ghetto)
little boy, how you make it out of (The ghetto)

I got that hustlers desire, that burning
I got that "Boyz n The Hood" with that higher learning (Na-na-na)
is bugging, niggas ain't fucking with me
They not on my planet, why I panic, motherfuckers should be
Thanking the that I'm building the ships so you niggas won't drown
In the of the flood
'Cause I'm giving you prophecy, niggas ain't me properly,
Bitch I be switching it up like a gear on a
Play if you want, say you want, hear what you like
But take you need, 'cause it's dear to your life
Fake if you want, be there on the flight

Free my ghetto, we the
Real boy, cut strings, we don't need
They say it's levels to shit, well you can't see my level
a reach, you would need the devil, he would need a shovel
I'm deep
All I beat is odds, all I get is
At I know
All I is God, and I can bridge the gap, Keyshia Cole
OMG, so cold, I know it's me, at least I'm told
Los bring rap to life, this shit needs some soul!
You can ask my
I roll because I my dad, you can ask my mama
They my nigga in the head, ain't no happy camper
Now I'm the rapper alive, na-na-na-na-na-na
with me!

Lost souls and dope (The ghetto)
what we're told there ain't no kings in (The ghetto)
Gun shots and tape (The ghetto)
Why is an dollar so hard to make in (The ghetto)

No or feeling better (The ghetto)
Watch 'em all scatter kill each other (The ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't make him in (The ghetto)
little boy, how you make it out of (The ghetto)