Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Commandments

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

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

[T-Pain's
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the first and (last)
You just the 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,
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 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)
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 come up when those come (is)
leave dat in the crack of her butt (yeah)
her lay down in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she come up a squirrel,
She just for nuts (brr)
24s on my I'm just askin' for putt (fore)
So when you come to my trap you're asking for us

[Mack Maine's
say thou shall not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
shall bow in the presences of a G (g)
I mace in a bad boy's eye
Leave his shit all so,
shall not see (see)
Thou shall not
Thou never show his teeth
I hate thou, art thou, shall repeat (peat)
Thou shall not (Thou not)
I said don't talk,
Shoot you in your ass and stab feet,
Now how you gon'
I'm in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I leave the red
So much on the set, the cops hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I know that
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 talking about 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, break that down (break it down)
do theirs, we do ours, understand me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin my family
And we dont a fuck about the,
POs, the COs, we knows
That we goes, we goes
We do time then (rol)
Now im back on the block mad shit
Stacking the block cockin' it
Back in the lot fort locking it and you know I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox full of money a sock in it
And we in the ghetto by popping it
No champagne or
Machine n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, shit
Like that? over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
Follow me
On gangsta shit, Biotch