Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Fabulous

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

One: Ras Kass

Every day of my is off the ringer
That's guaranteed, like a fistfight on Springer
I got the flow to hit the street since lava
so holla, we all for dollar dollars
From Sac to Houston, New to D.C.
*girls to beep beep
Bangin, catch me with a 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 how much money you make
true to the game loc, guest list terror clothes
in jeans and tennis shoes, breakin your strict dress
Spit lyrical bricks, thirteen
so I can be richer Master P sellin Ghetto D

Chorus: 10

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

Verse Dr. Dre

You ain't heard of me, you ain't listenin enough
Started in servin from a ice cream truck
Now ten years later whippin a Navigator
Steppin on your toes playa, up your alligators
I'm ghetto, Newport cigarettes, feel me
Boom bap and that ass silly
This is for the full time students part time strippers
And niggaz, clockin at least five figures
Some of us pro atheletes, some of us rap fat beats
Some of us in the streets
Twenty deep in Club Nikki's so you we gots to mingle
[???] off a pocket of singles, huh
And it's all bueno, mafia like Frank Sinatra
Pop a thirteen shot glock to you Go See the Doctor
Ain't nuttin
From to hood, love livin 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 seven seconds *tires screech* out the window
actin up, like "You doin fo' months!"
the Rolex oyster perpetual, thirty-five diamonds
across the face, still out foam cups and paper plates
We don't it playa hatin in the nine-eight, it's P.I.
That's pass intereference, first down
Want Juice like Tupac, 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 got a superbowl ring"
The homies down for whatever, we the chedda
Swiss bank accounts, and mo' mozzarella

(Chorus)