Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Boy

I got that, B-More in me that's my problem (What what)
I rep my city, bitch I got 'em (Na-na-na)
what you heard, niggas 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, yeah boy happenin' (Na-na-na)
I'm finna 'em, I'm finna kill 'em
I'm on a hunnid, I hit the ceiling
I'm
Fuck bitches, we go for dollars
And I'm my brothers keeper, I'm Nino at "The Carter"
The bitch I'm deeper, wiser, handsome, smarter
Man call a ambulance, your ass stand a chance in Sparta
Oh no no!
I'm out the side, just ask my grandma
I to move the pack, had a pack of blamma
My niggas stacked AKA's and ain't no Capa Gama
And now we laughing to the bank na-na-na-na
with me!

No sunshine or 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)

I got hustlers desire, that fire burning
I got that "Boyz n The Hood" mixed with higher learning (Na-na-na)
Niggas is bugging, niggas ain't fucking me
not on my planet, why should I panic, motherfuckers should be
Thanking the Lord that I'm building the ships so you won't drown
In the midst of the
'Cause I'm giving you prophecy, niggas ain't me properly,
Bitch I be switching it up like a on a bike
if you want, say what you want, hear what you like
But take what you need, 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 need Geppetto
say it's levels to this shit, well you can't see my level
This a reach, you would need the devil, he would need a
Bitch I'm
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, he's so cold, I know it's me, at I'm told
Los bring rap back to life, this shit some soul!
You can ask my
I because I miss my dad, you can ask my mama
They shot my in the head, ain't no happy camper
Now I'm the rapper alive, na-na-na-na-na-na
Fuck me!

souls and dope fiends (The ghetto)
From what we're told there no kings in (The ghetto)
Gun shots and caution (The ghetto)
Why is an honest dollar so to make in (The ghetto)

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