Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Child

It's crazy out
Yo mama, I'm tryin to keep my head
up Mystikal?

I'm just a ghetto trying to make it
I'm just a ghetto trying to make it

This ghetto got me
Mama, won't you pray for baby?
I'm just a ghetto child to make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child trying to it

I feel like a bird nigga with no
I'm stuck in this ghetto trying to have a change
My killing up each other 'cause we gotta eat
And I ain't 'cause I'm running from the police

I done seen little kids in the starving
I done seen hoes messing then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it barely
But so many in jail and the welfare lines

And all my life I thought Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Gates had all the money
And the media east and west coast wars
I'm the south, where they prejudice on us all

out of the powdered milk and eggs don't fill us up
But why the government sold us drugs and charges to us up
Gave us three halves and high student loans
Four dollar minimum wage and section eight, we call it

ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you for your baby?
I'm just a child trying to make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto trying to make it

ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for your
I'm just a ghetto child to make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child trying to it

It's real you can do whatever you want to do
you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out there living that
That's why the rest of you niggas ain't gone through it

How many in the pen?
How many niggas in the cemetery know why?
How many strikes niggas need?
How many children in the ghetto got to lose their lives?

Why, why you gotta your momma cry?
Huh, she take you out of the
'cause that's where you die
But you won't listen your mind is one track

And head is hard
And your flipped, and your talking back
Showing your act, ass straight up off the wall
Lemme to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
But far and all

And and all, it's cool when it started off
Now ducking bullets like dodge balls
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of high's grow
Living in a messed up time, a messed up

I'm telling ya, you can't do shit no
bigger than us, it's out of our hands
That's why I'm to God
Oh heavenly Father, keep my head above the

'Cause it's Your world and we children
Your sons and daughters
We struggling, to get out of the ghetto
to make it to mars!!!

This ghetto got me
Mama, won't you pray for baby?
I'm just a child trying to make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child trying to it

ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you for your baby?
I'm a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama, I'm a ghetto child trying to make it

Dear mama, pray for son
I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change, I've been through so
so many things, couldn't find the words to explain

The only way to stress is to get high
By drinking Hennessey but I but I get too high
Cause I gotta my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times, but there be some harder days

Penitentiary close, but you know
Cemetery's ain't far away
Before I die I'm to make the whole world feel
Like our people scared to stand

The way we express ourself, think that we all some killers
But into the eyes of a ghetto child influenced by the street
Go to to gunshots, wake up from the sirens of the police
See now my life ain't been the same nigga, as a thug

If I had to draw a picture of my
I have to my picture in blood
Closest homie died, before he die little cousin told me
Get you 'cause cemeteries
Packed full of niggas who had to be rich

So keep your up, to all my ghetto children it was hard
To tell my family one day I was gonna up to make millions
When I told them, they seemed to laugh at my so dream
I like to scream I came home from jail

When I was told friend turned into a fiend
I ain't gonna lie, my conscience ain't clear, when I close my
Of course you gotta realize, God forgive me, I'm trying to survive

cut welfare and health care, that shit gotta stop
I got a positive note, my auntie having a
Congratulations, she on

This got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for baby?
I'm just a ghetto child to make it
Mama, I'm a ghetto child trying to make it

ghetto got me crazy
Mama, won't you pray for baby?
I'm a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama, I'm a ghetto child trying to make it