Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Commandments

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

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

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

[Mack Maine's
say thou 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
his shit all puffy so,
Thou not see (see)
Thou not smile
Thou shall never his teeth
I thou, art thou, 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 walk?
I'm in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I the fishermen red
So much blood on the set, the cops out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I that voo-doo
blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up
Chow down, em up
bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, were having for dinner
Aint no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking about
I say,

[Snoop Verse:]
The run around, the rap (Rap around)
You talk, then you walk, me im shackled (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 up, crippin with my family
And we dont give a fuck the,
POs, the COs, we knows
That we goes, that we
We do time parole (rol)
Now im back on the block gettin' mad
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 in the ghetto by popping it
No champagne or
guns n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, hood
that? Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On some shit, Biotch