Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Commandments

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

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

Verse:]
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the and last (last)
You just the to fall (fall)
I'm just the to blast (Blaw)
If you curse us all, (all)
Then imma' have to 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)
Quenching my thirst for (Ugh)
me homie, you don't want to go to work wit' us (us)
I'll 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 bitch and tell her that I would love to up when those devils come (is)
leave dat in the crack of her butt (yeah)
Make her lay in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she up like a squirrel,
She just for nuts (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 thou not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
Thou bow in the presences of a G (g)
I spray mace in a bad eye
Leave his all puffy so,
Thou not see (see)
shall not smile
Thou shall never his teeth
I hate thou, art thou, thou shall (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 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 out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I know voo-doo
blastin', 2pac yeah hit em up
Chow down, 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, you walk, me im shackled down (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we dont around (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, break that down (break it down)
do theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin with my
And we dont a fuck about the,
POs, the COs, cause we
we goes, that we goes
We do then parole (rol)
Now im back on the gettin' mad shit
Stacking the cold cockin' it
in the lot fort locking it and you know that I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox full of with a sock in it
And we in the ghetto by popping it
No or Cristal
guns n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, shit
that? Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On some gangsta shit,