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 money can buy.

Verse One: Ras

Every day of my life is off the
That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry
I got the hottest flow to hit the street since
so holla, we all for dollar dollars
Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C.
We V-S-O-P (?) the beats beep
Bangin, me with a dimepiece next to me
My all over Your Body like LSG
Neighborhood celeb the keys to my city like the mayor
Rookies askin us how to be a
Get in you fit in, and never get your ghetto pass revoked
No how much money you make
Stay true to the game loc, list terror clothes
in jeans and tennis shoes, your strict dress codes
lyrical bricks, thirteen 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 let's handle
Ghetto,
Broadcastin live Los Angeles

Two: Dr. Dre

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

(Chorus)

Three: Ras Kass

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

(Chorus)

Ugh! And it stop!

HAHA, RIDERS BABY, HAHA!

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