Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Commandments

Woo
yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me
Dear Heavenly
Ah (ay)
Yeah
(Ay), Trap, 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 buck or get up, nigga
hit it one more time
Follow my, Commandments
Follow my, Commandments

[T-Pain's
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the and last (last)
You just the first to (fall)
I'm the first to blast (Blaw)
If you wanna us all, (all)
Then imma' have to 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)
me homie, you don't want to go to work wit' us (us)
I'll you hook to ashes, (ash)
And turn your to dust (dust)
Tell me what's the difference between and lust, (lust)
I love 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)
dat crack in the crack of her butt (yeah)
Make her lay down in a back of a back of a (truck)
And when she up like a squirrel,
She just asking for (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm just for putt (fore)
So you come to my trap you're just asking for us

[Mack Maine's
They say shall not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
Thou shall bow in the of a G (g)
I spray mace in a bad eye
Leave his all puffy so,
shall not see (see)
Thou shall not
Thou shall show his teeth
I hate thou, art thou, thou repeat (peat)
shall not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I don't talk,
Shoot you in your ass and your feet,
Now how you gon'
I'm in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I the fishermen red
So much on the set, the cops hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm New Orleans, you know I know that voo-doo
iPod blastin', yeah hit em up
down, spit em up
bag, get em up
Call the tonight, were having 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 fuck around (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, we knows
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 full of money a sock in it
And we celebrate in the by popping it
No or Cristal
guns n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, shit
Like that? over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
Follow me
On some gangsta shit,