Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Fabulous

Artist: Ras Kass featuring Dr. Dre, Ice-T, 10
I got juice but I can't stop no ocean liner baby!
[Ras] I'm down you baby, I'm there
[Ice-T] Man don't this it's gonna be FABULOUS
...
[Ras] We ghetto baby
The best food, drink, and that 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 since lava
so holla, we all hustle for dollar
From Sac to Houston, New to D.C.
*girls laughing* to beep
Bangin, catch me with a dimepiece to me
My Body all 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 revoked
No how much money you make
true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes
in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin strict dress codes
Spit lyrical bricks, deep
so I can be richer than Master P Ghetto D

Chorus: 10

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

Verse Dr. Dre

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

(Chorus)

Verse Three: Ras

Nigga in the GS, three ooh ooh
Playin two Tekken, zero to sixty
in six point seven seconds *tires screech* out the window
actin up, like "You doin fo' months!"
Flexin the Rolex perpetual, thirty-five diamonds
across the face, still eatin out foam cups and plates
We call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I.
pass 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. niggaz got crazy
like John got a superbowl ring"
The homies down for whatever, we the chedda
Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella

(Chorus)