Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Boy

I got that, in me yeah that's my problem (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!)
Walk like I'm pimpin', like I'm mackin'
The projects love me, yeah boy what's (Na-na-na)
I'm kill 'em, I'm finna kill 'em
I'm on a hunnid, I hit the ceiling
I'm
these bitches, we go for dollars
And I'm my brothers keeper, bitch I'm at "The Carter"
The bitch I'm deeper, wiser, handsome, smarter
Man call a ambulance, ass don't stand a chance in Sparta
Oh no no!
I'm out the side, just ask my grandma
I used to move the pack, had a pack of
My niggas stacked with AKA's and ain't no Capa
And now we laughing to the bank like
with me!

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

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

Free my ghetto, we the
Real boy, cut strings, we don't Geppetto
They say levels to this shit, well you can't see my level
This a reach, you would need the devil, he would a shovel
I'm deep
All I beat is odds, all I get is
At I know
All I need is God, and I can bridge the gap, Keyshia
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 shot my nigga in the head, no happy camper
Now I'm the best rapper alive,
with me!

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

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