Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Commandments

Woo
yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me
Dear Heavenly
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 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
Follow my, Commandments
Follow my, Ghetto

Verse:]
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the and last (last)
You the first to fall (fall)
I'm just the to blast (Blaw)
If you wanna us all, (all)
Then have 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)
Quenching my thirst for (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work us (us)
I'll turn you to ashes, (ash)
And turn verse to dust (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 come up those devils come (is)
leave dat crack in the crack of her (yeah)
Make her lay down in a of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she come up a squirrel,
She just for nuts (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm just for putt (fore)
So when you 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 show his
I thou, art thou, thou shall repeat (peat)
Thou shall not (Thou not)
Bitch I don't 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 leave the red
So much blood on the set, the hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
I'm from 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 having sinners for
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 dont around (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, lemme' break 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, cause we
That we goes, we goes
We do then parole (rol)
Now im back on the gettin' mad shit
the block cold cockin' it
Back in the lot fort locking it and you that I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox of money with a sock in it
And we celebrate in the ghetto by it
No champagne or
guns n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, hood
Like that? Game (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On gangsta shit, Biotch