Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Commandments

Woo
yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me
Dear Heavenly
Ah (ay)
yeah
Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap,
Ay (Ay)

Follow my ghetto
You really see the way that I handle it
You gon' be the down
Or you gonna' get up
Its or be killed,
Get buck or get up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one time
my, Ghetto Commandments
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 dirt and (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 work us (us)
I'll turn you to ashes, (ash)
And your verse to dust (dust)
me what's the difference between love and lust, (lust)
Because I the love, (love)
But I'm in with lust (lust)
Walk up to bitch and tell her that I would love to come up when those devils come (is)
leave dat in the crack of her butt (yeah)
Make her lay down in a back of a of a truck (truck)
And when she come up a squirrel,
She just asking for (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm just askin' for (fore)
So when you come to my trap just asking for us

[Mack Maine's
say thou shall not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
Thou shall bow in the of a G (g)
I spray in a bad boy's eye
Leave his all puffy so,
shall not see (see)
Thou not smile
Thou shall never show his
I hate thou, art thou, thou repeat (peat)
Thou shall not (Thou not)
Bitch I said talk,
Shoot you in your ass and stab feet,
Now how you walk?
I'm sick in the head, I in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I leave the red
So blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I that voo-doo
iPod blastin', yeah hit em up
down, spit em up
bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, were sinners for dinner
Aint no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking about
I say,

[Snoop Dogg's
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 snitching in the hood, lemme' break that (break it down)
They do theirs, we do ours, me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin with my
And we dont give a fuck the,
POs, the COs, cause we
That we goes, we goes
We do then parole (rol)
Now im back on the block mad shit
Stacking the cold cockin' it
Back in the lot fort locking it and you know that I'm it
Shoebox full of money a sock in it
And we in the ghetto by popping it
No or Cristal
Machine n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, shit
Like Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
Follow me
On some shit, Biotch