Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Celebrity

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

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

(AHHHH)
I got straight thrick-fifty-fifty-seven,
are criminals, thugs, hoodlums, heathens
Smoke wet, daddies, sherm,
bloop dip dip water water fry
Crack, COCAINE yola, bloody
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 hubba
Gotta little kids to the yard runnin around distractin the cops
Skirts, felines, hootchies shorties
Playaz pimpin, gettin blunted and drankin
Chevies Cougars, Firebirds, Falcons and
Carlos, Mavericks, Novas and Ford Mustangs
Bout them (bout them dollars)
Sittin on (sittin on twinkies)
Need a a key? Need to come see me, Mr. Local Celebrity

Chorus: T each 3rd line in ()

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

BEOTCH! Fo' A.M., tryin to some bank
with a bulletproof apron, cookin the
in apartment letter C, building three
Where ery'body and their 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 that we haaaaave, is the man
Cause a couple of months ago they up in one of my, methamphetamine labs
Double-oh-G shit, we rides, and trucks
Empty the clip dere, high speeds, dumpin on the
mad dope like the Grinch, who did what? Who stole Christmas
Attitude over there by the fence
Toe-tagged him, that's how found yo' dirt
Damn, uh-ohh, shit, him up
The homey from the block got busted for robbin an armed truck
Assed out, to' up, stuck
a doubt, shit out of luck (shit out of luck)
I ain't no fictionary rhymer, I'm a timah
since I came 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 there booga
My G's tell me I'm out of line but my is all I can see
I know some timahs that been snortin for years, and still sharpest
Student of the game let me you can take some notes (notes)
I never around kids, just grown folks
When it's a in the town, we sell BOMB
and let our boys drive our cars to the
Vipers, Bentleys, Jaguars, drop-top
Porsches, Lincolns Volvo S-80's
Stretchers, choppers, heat and M-16's
SK's, sawed off shotguns,
AK's, fresh out the box, the choo train (the choo choo train)
Po-Po, left it unlocked, now that's game!
You know, I know, that you know who I be
Need a a key, nigga come see me, Mr. Local Celebrity, UHHH

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