Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto ftTrey Songz

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto,

[Chorus: Songz 2X]
I'm from the motherfucking where the cops don't come
Turn the on and the bugs don't run
You ain't without no gun
In the (ghetto)
(ghetto)

[1st
I'm from diapers full of feces
We's endangered
Bodies lay in traffic, right, where the streets be
You ain't seen nothing this from no TV
You would to be me to feel what Obie's speaking
Bodies leak like steel pipes, it's real
Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason
boring me with your story, I'm a Detroitee
Craft took my mind so the craft me

[2nd
I got no pot to piss in, en to prison
You don't want it us nigga, we strapped with nitroglicerin
Our ambitions is some riders, thriving off decisions
A nigga still living, still pimping, still visions of
Sitting in that foreign whip, whipping up take a lick
To my tongue, from the shit
My nuts hung since I was a one
And that's the slum fuck of it
I'm pumped daddy gone but, gun in my
My can't save me her gender is wrong
On my own in this that niggaz call home
His momma died from a lump in her D cup
Police 'em up for serving these glucks
like a habitual situation, we stuck
The ritual is for to grab they nuts
And just soak all this up, where I'm from?

[3rd
I'm real bridge cause, for niggaz living hard
Welfare scarers most chicks'll buy them broad
Pimping the government cause government us
Rather see 'em then niggaz live it up
Cause you ain't heard? Bird got
But the got murd' cause niggaz felt he ain't deserve
What he was worth, he ain't a real nigga from the
He was birth with money, that's why left him bloody
I'm from the streets where these niggaz nutty
I adapt to em, I'm in tuned with 'em
Strapped the Mac that extract flesh from humans
Home sweet home, better known as The

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