Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Commandments

Woo
yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me
Heavenly Father-ha
Ah (ay)
Yeah
(Ay), Trap, Trap, Trap
Ay (Ay)

Follow my commandments
You gon' really see the way that I it
You be the fuck down
Or you gonna' get up
Its or be killed,
Get buck or get fucked up,
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one time
my, Ghetto Commandments
Follow my, Ghetto

[T-Pain's
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the first and (last)
You the first to fall (fall)
I'm the first to blast (Blaw)
If you curse us all, (all)
Then imma' have to yo ass
And you in the park,
a bunch of dirt and grass (yeah)
I'm the me, (me)
But I'm the of us (bust)
And you the victim, (victim)
Quenching my for blood (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to wit' us (us)
I'll turn you to ashes, (ash)
And turn your verse to (dust)
Tell me what's the difference between and lust, (lust)
I love the love, (love)
But I'm in with lust (lust)
Walk up to your bitch and tell her that I would love to come up when those come (is)
leave dat crack in the crack of her (yeah)
Make her lay down in a back of a of a truck (truck)
And when she up like a squirrel,
She asking for nuts (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm just askin' for (fore)
So when you come to my you're just asking for us

[Mack Verse:]
They say shall not talk, (talk)
shall not speak, (speak)
Thou bow in the presences of a G (g)
I spray mace in a bad eye
Leave his all puffy so,
shall not see (see)
Thou not smile
Thou shall show his teeth
I hate thou, art thou, shall repeat (peat)
Thou shall not (Thou not)
Bitch I don't talk,
Shoot you in your ass and stab feet,
Now how you gon'
I'm in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I leave the red
So much blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you I know that voo-doo
iPod blastin', 2pac hit em up
Chow down, em up
bag, get em up
Call the tonight, were having sinners for dinner
Aint no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking twitter
I say,

[Snoop Dogg's
The run around, the rap (Rap around)
You talk, then you walk, me im down (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we dont fuck (uh-uh)
That in the hood, lemme' break that down (break it down)
do theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin my family
And we give a fuck about the,
POs, the COs, we knows
That we goes, that we
We do then parole (rol)
Now im back on the gettin' mad shit
the block cold cockin' it
Back in the lot fort it and you know that I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox of money with a sock in it
And we celebrate in the by popping it
No or Cristal
Machine guns n' (tols)
Blaw, shit
Like Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On gangsta shit, Biotch