Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Celebrity

Ghetto celebriteeeeeee...
(You heard shit, you ain't did shit
you got yo' wig split)
From a nobody nigga, to a celebriteeeeee..
{Nobody..

From a nobody nigga, to a celebriteeeeee..
(You ain't did shit, you ain't shit
you got yo' wig split)
From a nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
{Nobody..

(AHHHH)
I got thrick-fifty-fifty-seven, reasons
are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens
Smoke wet, daddies, sherm,
bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, yola, bloody sheets
They brought it in on a plane, and I put it on my
1300 block,
40 in the cookin, ice cream
Zippers, zones, her-on and rocks
Gotta kids to the front yard runnin around distractin the cops
Skirts, felines, hootchies shorties
Playaz pimpin, gettin blunted and forties
Chevies Cougars, Firebirds, and Fairlanes
Carlos, Mavericks, Novas and Ford Mustangs
Bout them dollars (bout dollars)
on twinkies (sittin on twinkies)
Need a half a key? Need to come see me, Mr. Celebrity

Suga T each 3rd line in ()

From a nigga, to a ghetto celebriteeeeee..
[From a nobody nigga, is the word]
{Nobody.. nobody} (Mmmmmmm, celebrity!)
From a nobody nigga, to a celebriteeeeee..
[From a nigga, ghettofab is the word]
{Nobody.. (Ghetto celebrity)
From a nobody nigga, to a celebriteeeeee..
[From a nobody nigga, is the word]
{Nobody.. (Mmmmmmm, ghetto celebrity!)
From a nobody nigga, to a celebriteeeeee..
[From a nobody nigga, ghettofab is the
{Nobody.. (Ghetto celebrity)

BEOTCH! Fo' A.M., to make some bank
with a bulletproof apron, cookin the
in apartment C, building number three
ery'body and their grandma be
but everybody me though, WE FOLKS
Mustard and mayonnaise they seen us in
Ain't no, snitch
pimps and playaz, hookers and hoes
Only problem we haaaaave, is with the man
Cause a couple of months ago went up in one of my, methamphetamine labs
Double-oh-G shit, we rides, and trucks
the clip dere, high speeds, dumpin on the cops
It's mad dope the Grinch, who did what? Who stole Christmas
Attitude over by the fence BUTT-NAKED
Toe-tagged him, that's how they yo' dirt
Damn, uh-ohh, shit, him up
The homey the block just got busted for robbin an armed truck
Assed out, to' up, stuck
without a doubt, out of luck (shit out of luck)
I ain't no fictionary rhymer, I'm a timah
ever since I out of my, momma's vagina

Been smokin tweed nine, but I got too used to her
Now I be powderin my nose, with some of that sugar booga
My G's me I'm out of line but my head is all I can see
I some timahs that been snortin for years, and they still sharpest
Student of the game let me explain you can some notes (notes)
I never hung kids, just grown folks
When a drought in the town, we sell BOMB
and let our boys drive our cars to the
Vipers, Bentleys, Jaguars, Mercedes
Porsches, Lincolns Ferraris Volvo
Stretchers, choppers, heat mizers and
SK's, sawed off shotguns,
AK's, fresh out the box, the choo train (the choo choo train)
Po-Po, left it unlocked, now some game!
You know, I know, that you know who I be
Need a half a key, nigga see me, Mr. Local Celebrity, UHHH

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Never forget a big timah.. ghetto
Don't forget me when you.. celebrity
Hustlin, money.. celebrity
Do what you gotta do.. celebrity