Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Fabulous

Intro: Ras

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

Verse One: Ras

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

Mack 10

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

Verse Dr. Dre

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

(Chorus)

Verse Three: Ras

Stu-B-Doo in the GS, three ooh ooh
Playin number two Tekken, zero to
in six point seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window
actin up, chickenheads "You doin fo' months!"
the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds
across the face, still eatin out foam cups and plates
We don't call it playa in the nine-eight, it's P.I.
pass intereference, automatic first down
Want like 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
John Elway got a superbowl ring"
The homies for whatever, we stack the chedda
Swiss bank accounts, and mo' fella

(Chorus)

Ugh! And it stop!

HAHA, RIDERS BABY, HAHA!

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