Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Fabulous

Intro: Ras

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

Verse One: Ras

day of my life is off the ringer
That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry
I got the hottest to hit the street since lava
so holla, we all for dollar dollars
Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C.
We drinkin' V-S-O-P (?) the beats
Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece to me
My Body all Your Body like LSG
Neighborhood celeb with the keys to my city like the
Rookies us how to be a playa
Get in where you fit in, and never get your pass revoked
No how much money you make
Stay to the game loc, guest list terror clothes
in jeans and tennis shoes, your strict dress codes
Spit bricks, thirteen deep
so I can be richer Master P sellin 'Ghetto D'

Chorus: 10

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

Two: Dr. Dre

You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin hard
in Compton servin from a ice cream truck
Now ten years later whippin a custom
Steppin on your toes playa, up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, me
Boom bap and that ass silly
This is for the full time students part time strippers
And niggaz, clockin 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 Nikki's so you know we to mingle
Trickin' (?) off a pocket of singles, huh
And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Sinatra
Pop a thirteen shot glock to you Go See the Doctor
nuttin nice
>From hood to hood, love the lavish life

(Chorus)

Verse Three: Ras

Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, ooh ooh
Playin number two Tekken, to sixty
in six point seconds *tires screech* hangin out the window
actin up, chickenheads "You doin fo' months!"
Flexin the oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds
across the face, still eatin out foam cups and paper
We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, P.I.
That's intereference, automatic first down
Want Juice like Tupac, then 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 for whatever, we stack the chedda
bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella

(Chorus)

Ugh! And it stop!

HAHA, WESTSIDE BABY, HAHA!

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