Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Fabulous

Intro: Ras

again, we take over cash
Ras Kass, Dr. Dre and 10 connected.
We fabulous baby.
The best food, drink and pussy that can buy.

Verse Ras Kass

Every day of my is off the ringer
guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry Springer
I got the hottest flow to hit the street since
so holla, we all hustle for dollar
From Sac to Houston, New to D.C.
We drinkin' V-S-O-P (?) the beats
Bangin, me with a dimepiece next to me
My Body all over Your like LSG
Neighborhood with the keys to my city like the mayor
askin us how to be a playa
Get in where you fit in, and never get ghetto pass revoked
No matter how money you make
Stay true to the game loc, guest terror clothes
in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin strict dress codes
lyrical bricks, thirteen deep
so I can be richer than P sellin 'Ghetto D'

Mack 10

We Ghetto,
Money make the world go round so handle this
Ghetto,
live from Los Angeles
We ghetto,
Money make the world go round so let's this
Ghetto,
Broadcastin live Los Angeles

Two: Dr. Dre

You ain't heard of me, you ain't hard enough
Started in Compton servin from a ice truck
Now ten years whippin a custom Navigator
Steppin on your playa, stuffin up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, me
Boom bap and slap ass silly
This is for the full time students slash part time
And young niggaz, clockin at least figures
Some of us pro atheletes, of us rap over fat beats
of us hustle in the streets
Twenty in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to mingle
Trickin' (?) off a full of singles, huh
And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank
Pop a thirteen shot glock to you Go See the Doctor
nuttin nice
>From hood to hood, love the lavish life

(Chorus)

Three: Ras Kass

Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, ooh ooh
number two Tekken, zero to sixty
in six point seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window
actin up, chickenheads like "You fo' months!"
the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds
across the face, still out foam cups and paper plates
We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, P.I.
That's intereference, automatic first down
Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your clown
Be in the in NY, rockin DK
Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say
"L.A. niggaz got came
like John got a superbowl ring"
The homies down for whatever, we stack the
Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella

(Chorus)

Ugh! And it stop!

HAHA, RIDERS BABY, HAHA!

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