Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Knows

Chorus: 2X

Yo, you gotta go, you gotta go, you go
(G: And aiyyo, what you don't know, the ghetto knows)

[Kool G.
New York, New York, the city never sleeps
Bodies, covered in sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks
and holdin glocks from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by competitor
echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
Another six feet under
You it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken
So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin
Step out of line, I hope you got nine gun son
The Smith and Wess', you better press (word up)
or a run for it there's too many to tackle
The Big Apple'll put ass on ice like a Snapple
So even I rap I gots to stay strapped
act up I back up (PI-YAH)
I bust a cap inside your hat
Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger you chose
just might be down the foes, only the shadow knows
And ain't no lollipop, over here only the shottie pops
(BOOM) Now just sit back and the bodies drop
The gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin
The shorties (what) the (what) the shorties are comin
to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his
The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like

[Kool G.
Today's headlines, nigga dead
Six to the body and fo' to the
Followed the red bitch in the bed full of
A drug-related case and now the is filled with Feds
Ramshacked the shack, 'bout two kilos of dope
Two ounces of coke's caught in the of his coat
So, another caught the ultimate surprise
with blown out brains, to drop on his eyes
Dazed as I sit and watch the channel two news
Watchin his family goin all the boo-hoos
You lose, like an Ill Street, the are gettin deeper
Nothin left in the room except for him, the Reaper
Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some
Pull out a file on a juvenile of mugshots
The cops knew he fell victim to laws on the
So they just, pull out the white sheets, to up the dead meat
Seal off the with yellow tape, draw the white
chalk the body now the party has to motivate
One more outlaw, was murdered on the for the green
Died at the age of

[Kool G.
Strollin the concrete, my heat, walkin the backstreets
I seen niggaz up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep
Six feet deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm
Steady cockin my shit cause I got the clip in
Now who's the first nigga to run up, they come up
the block hardrocks glocks rollin holdin they guns up
I buck, I buck, and then I struck one in the
Nigga shoulda a vest but now his ass is put to rest
But now I got three mo' niggaz, triggers
Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga
But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger
My BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP PAPS
No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a
I the shot and dropped another motherfucker
Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets at me
Cause I won't be too happy a slug inside my nappy
Two more niggaz left, scared to death, but I'm leary
Shit gets kinda scary I got bulletholes near me
I between two cars, lettin off the quarter pound
I see another fallin down to the ground
Quick I run up on him cause I don't think that he's
Standin over his ass I put two inside his head
That's three niggaz down, only got one to go
I to send his ass to the gravedigger so
I lay low in the cut and for moneygrip to slip up
Nearly shot my whole clip up, I got one slug to rip up
Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his out
Boom, let the out, blew a piece of his brain dead out
the of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face down
right on the motherfuckin that he dwelled

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