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 gon' really see the way I handle it
You gon' be the fuck
Or you gonna' get up
Its or be killed,
Get or get fucked up, nigga
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one time
Follow my, Ghetto
my, Ghetto Commandments

[T-Pain's
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)
Then imma' to curse yo ass
And you in the park,
Underneath a 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 want to go to work wit' us (us)
I'll turn you to ashes, (ash)
And turn your verse to (dust)
Tell me what's the difference love and lust, (lust)
Because I the love, (love)
But I'm in love with (lust)
Walk up to your bitch and tell her that I would 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 when she come up a squirrel,
She just asking for (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm just for putt (fore)
So when you come to my trap 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 spray mace in a bad eye
Leave his all puffy so,
shall not see (see)
Thou not smile
shall never show his teeth
I hate thou, art thou, thou shall (peat)
Thou not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I said talk,
you in your 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 the fishermen 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
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 about twitter
I say,

[Snoop Verse:]
The run around, the rap (Rap around)
You talk, then you walk, me im down (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we dont fuck (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, lemme' that down (break it down)
do theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin with my
And we dont give a fuck the,
POs, the COs, we knows
That we goes, that we
We do time then (rol)
Now im back on the block mad shit
the block cold cockin' it
Back in the lot fort locking it and you know that I'm it
full of money with a sock in it
And we celebrate in the ghetto by it
No or Cristal
Machine guns n' (tols)
Blaw, hood
that? Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On some shit, Biotch