Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Fabulous

Intro: Ras

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

Verse One: Ras

Every day of my is off the ringer
That's guaranteed, like a on Jerry Springer
I got the flow to hit the street since lava
so holla, we all hustle for dollar
Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C.
We V-S-O-P (?) the beats beep
Bangin, catch me with a next to me
My Body all over Your like 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 get your ghetto pass revoked
No matter how much you make
Stay to the game loc, guest list terror clothes
in jeans and tennis shoes, your strict dress codes
Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen
so I can be richer than P sellin 'Ghetto D'

Chorus: 10

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

Verse Dr. Dre

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

(Chorus)

Verse Ras Kass

Nigga in the GS, three ooh ooh
Playin two Tekken, zero to sixty
in six point seven *tires screech* hangin out the window
up, chickenheads like "You doin fo' months!"
Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, 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 pass intereference, automatic down
Want Juice Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown
Be in the PJ's in NY, DK
Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say
"L.A. niggaz got crazy
like John Elway got a ring"
The homies down for whatever, we stack the
bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella

(Chorus)

Ugh! And it stop!

HAHA, WESTSIDE BABY, HAHA!

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