Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Fabulous

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

Verse Ras Kass

day of my life is off the ringer
That's guaranteed, a fistfight on Jerry Springer
I got the hottest flow to hit the since lava
so holla, we all hustle for dollars
Sac to Houston, New Orleans to D.C.
*girls laughing* to beep
Bangin, catch me a dimepiece next to me
My all over Your Body like LSG
Neighborhood with the keys to my city like the mayor
Rookies us how to be a playa
Get in where you fit in, and get your ghetto pass revoked
No matter how much money you
true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes
in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress
Spit bricks, thirteen deep
so I can be richer than Master P Ghetto D

Mack 10

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

Verse Dr. Dre

You heard of me, you ain't listenin hard enough
in Compton servin from a ice cream truck
Now ten years later whippin a Navigator
Steppin on your playa, stuffin up your alligators
I'm ghetto, like Newport cigarettes, me
Boom bap and slap ass silly
This is for the full time students slash time strippers
And young niggaz, 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 so you know we gots to mingle
off a pocket full of singles, huh
And it's all bueno, musical mafia like Frank
Pop a shot glock to make you Go See the Doctor
nuttin nice
From hood to hood, love livin the lavish

(Chorus)

Verse Three: Ras

Nigga Stu-B-Doo in the GS, ooh ooh
Playin two Tekken, zero to sixty
in six point seven *tires screech* hangin out the window
actin up, chickenheads "You doin fo' months!"
Flexin the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five
across the face, still eatin out foam and paper plates
We don't call it playa hatin in the nine-eight, P.I.
That's pass intereference, automatic first
Want Juice like Tupac, then Obey Your Thirst
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)