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

Verse:]
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the and last (last)
You the first 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,
a bunch 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 don't want to go to wit' us (us)
I'll you hook to ashes, (ash)
And turn verse to dust (dust)
Tell me what's the difference love and lust, (lust)
Because I the love, (love)
But I'm in with lust (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 of her butt (yeah)
Make her lay down in a back of a back of a (truck)
And she come up like a squirrel,
She just for nuts (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm just askin' for (fore)
So when you come to my trap you're asking for us

[Mack Maine's
They say thou 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,
shall not see (see)
Thou shall not
Thou shall never show his
I thou, art thou, thou shall 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 in the head, I piss 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 New Orleans, you know I know that voo-doo
iPod blastin', 2pac hit em up
Chow down, em up
bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, were sinners for dinner
no wireless in the hood, so I aint talking about twitter
I say,

[Snoop Dogg's
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)
They do theirs, we do ours, me?
I'm blue'd up, with my family
And we dont a fuck about the,
POs, the COs, cause we
we goes, that we goes
We do time then (rol)
Now im on the block gettin' mad shit
Stacking the cold cockin' it
Back in the lot fort locking it and you know I'm co-rockin it
full of money with a sock in it
And we in the ghetto by popping it
No or Cristal
Machine guns n' (tols)
Blaw, shit
Like Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
Follow me
On some shit, Biotch