Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto ftTrey Songz

Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto,

Trey Songz 2X]
I'm from the motherfucking slums the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and the bugs run
You ain't shit no gun
In the (ghetto)
(ghetto)

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

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

[3rd
I'm real bridge cause, for niggaz living hard
Welfare scarers just most buy them broad
Pimping the government cause government us
Rather see 'em suffering niggaz live it up
you ain't heard? Bird got birds
But the nigga got 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 they left him
I'm from the streets where most these niggaz
I adapt to em, I'm exactly in tuned 'em
Strapped with the Mac that extract from humans
Home sweet home, better known as The

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