Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Fabulous

Artist: Ras featuring Dr. Dre, Ice-T, Mack 10
[Ice-T] I got juice but I stop no ocean liner baby!
[Ras] I'm down with you baby, I'm
[Ice-T] Man miss this it's gonna be FABULOUS
...
We ghetto fabulous baby
The food, drink, and women that money can buy

Verse Ras Kass

Every day of my is off the ringer
That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Jerry
I got the hottest flow to hit the street lava
so holla, we all for dollar dollars
Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C.
*girls laughing* to beep
Bangin, catch me a dimepiece next to me
My Body all over Body like LSG
Neighborhood celeb with the to my city like the mayor
Rookies askin us how to be a
Get in where you fit in, and never get your ghetto revoked
No matter how money you make
Stay true to the loc, guest list terror clothes
in jeans and tennis shoes, your strict dress codes
Spit lyrical bricks, deep
so I can be richer than Master P sellin D

Mack 10

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

Two: Dr. Dre

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

(Chorus)

Verse Three: Ras

Nigga in the GS, three ooh ooh
Playin number two Tekken, zero to
in six point seven seconds *tires screech* out the window
actin up, chickenheads "You doin fo' months!"
Flexin the oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds
across the face, eatin out foam cups and paper plates
We don't call it playa in the nine-eight, it's P.I.
That's pass intereference, first down
Want Juice Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst clown
Be in the in NY, rockin DK
Mix EJ OJ, OK, we say
"L.A. niggaz got came
like John got a superbowl ring"
The homies down for whatever, we stack the
bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella fella

(Chorus)