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 commandments
You really see the way that I handle it
You gon' be the fuck
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 more
Follow my, Commandments
Follow my, Ghetto

Verse:]
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the first and (last)
You the first to fall (fall)
I'm just the first to (Blaw)
If you wanna 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)
Quenching my 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)
me what's the difference between love and lust, (lust)
Because I the love, (love)
But I'm in love with (lust)
Walk up to your bitch and 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 down in a back of a of a truck (truck)
And when she up like a squirrel,
She just for nuts (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm just for putt (fore)
So you come to my trap you're just asking for us

[Mack Maine's
They say shall not talk, (talk)
shall not speak, (speak)
Thou bow in the presences of a G (g)
I mace in a bad boy's eye
Leave his shit all so,
Thou not see (see)
shall not smile
Thou shall show his teeth
I hate thou, art thou, thou repeat (peat)
Thou not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I said talk,
Shoot you in your ass and your feet,
Now how you walk?
I'm sick in the head, I in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I the fishermen red
So much blood on the set, the hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you I know that voo-doo
iPod blastin', yeah 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 shackled (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we fuck around (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, lemme' that down (break it down)
They do theirs, we do ours, me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin with my
And we dont a fuck about the,
POs, the COs, we knows
we goes, that we goes
We do time parole (rol)
Now im back on the gettin' mad shit
Stacking the cold cockin' it
Back in the lot locking it and you know that I'm co-rockin it
full of money with a sock in it
And we celebrate in the ghetto by it
No champagne or
Machine n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, hood
Like Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
Follow me
On some shit, Biotch