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 that money can buy.

Verse One: Ras

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

Chorus: 10

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

Two: Dr. Dre

You ain't of me, you ain't listenin hard enough
Started in Compton from a ice cream truck
Now ten years later a custom Navigator
Steppin on your toes playa, up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like cigarettes, feel me
bap and slap that ass silly
This is for the time students slash part time strippers
And young niggaz, clockin at five figures
Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap over fat
Some of us hustle in the
Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you know we gots to
(?) off a pocket full of singles, huh
And it's all bueno, mafia like Frank Sinatra
Pop a thirteen shot glock to you Go See the Doctor
Ain't nice
hood to hood, love livin the lavish life

(Chorus)

Verse Ras Kass

Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, ooh ooh
Playin number two Tekken, zero to
in six point seven seconds *tires screech* out the window
actin up, like "You doin fo' months!"
Flexin the oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds
across the face, eatin out foam cups and paper plates
We call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I.
pass intereference, automatic first down
Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst
Be in the PJ's in NY, DK
Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say
"L.A. got crazy came
like John got a superbowl ring"
The homies for whatever, we stack the chedda
Swiss bank accounts, and mo' fella

(Chorus)

Ugh! And it stop!

HAHA, WESTSIDE BABY, HAHA!

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