Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Commandments

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

Follow my ghetto
You gon' really see the way that I it
You gon' be the fuck
Or you gonna' get up
Its or be killed,
Get buck or get up, nigga
hit it one more time
Follow my, Ghetto
Follow my, Ghetto

Verse:]
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the and last (last)
You just the to fall (fall)
I'm the first to blast (Blaw)
If you wanna us all, (all)
imma' have to curse yo ass
And you in the park,
Underneath a bunch of and grass (yeah)
I'm the me, (me)
But I'm the of us (bust)
And you the victim, (victim)
my thirst for blood (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work us (us)
turn you hook to ashes, (ash)
And turn your verse to (dust)
me what's the difference between love and lust, (lust)
Because I the love, (love)
But I'm in love lust (lust)
Walk up to your and tell her that I would love to come up when those devils come (is)
leave dat crack in the crack of her (yeah)
Make her lay in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she up like a squirrel,
She just asking for (brr)
24s on my I'm just askin' for putt (fore)
So you come to my trap you're just asking for us

[Mack Maine's
They say shall not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
Thou bow in the presences of a G (g)
I mace in a bad boy's eye
Leave his all puffy so,
Thou not see (see)
shall not smile
Thou shall never show his
I thou, art thou, thou shall repeat (peat)
Thou shall not (Thou not)
Bitch I don't talk,
Shoot you in ass and stab your feet,
Now how you gon'
I'm sick in the head, I in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I leave the red
So much blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out
I'm from New Orleans, you know I know that voo-doo
iPod blastin', 2pac hit em up
Chow down, em up
bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, were having sinners for
no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking about twitter
I say,

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