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, believe the knows)

[Kool G.
New York, New York, the city never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the
Shit deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen the cops to get props
You split a top, on the regular
or get in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor
Gunshots throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
brother six feet under
You it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are broken
So keep your open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc
Step out of line, I hope you got your gun son
The Smith and Wess', you better press (word up)
or make a run for it there's too to tackle
The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice a Snapple
So even though I rap I to stay strapped
Niggaz act up I up (PI-YAH)
I bust a cap your fuckin hat
Don't even with them hoes, the swinger that 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 and watch the bodies drop
The younger gunmen got the niggaz runnin
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the are comin
to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his
The ghetto knows, and it's like that

[Kool G.
headlines, another 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 place is filled Feds
Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of
Two of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat
So, another brother the ultimate surprise
with out brains, to drop stains on his eyes
Dazed as I sit back and the channel two news
his family goin through all the boo-hoos
You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin
Nothin left in the room for him, the Grim Reaper
Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up blooddrops
out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots
The cops he fell victim to laws on the street
So they just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead
Seal off the area with yellow tape, the white
chalk around the body now the has to motivate
One more outlaw, was murdered on the for the green
Died at the age of

[Kool G.
the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets
I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a Jeep
Six feet deep, that's where I'm if I'm slippin
cockin my shit cause I already got the clip in
Now who's the first nigga to run up, here come up
the block hardrocks with rollin holdin they guns up
I buck, I buck, and then I one in the chest
Nigga shoulda wore a vest but now his ass is put to
But now I got three mo' niggaz, triggers
Strays are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga
But who got the strap? Who's bustin bigger caps?
My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against they PAP PAP
No haps, G. Rap ain't out like a sucker
I reloaded the shot and dropped another
Quick, I duck and shit to the bullets comin at me
Cause I won't be too happy with a inside my nappy
Two more niggaz left, they to death, but I'm leary
Shit kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me
I went between two cars, off the quarter pound
I see another body down to the ground
Quick I run up on him cause I think that he's dead
Standin his ass I put two more inside his head
three niggaz down, only got one nigga to go
I gots to send his ass to the 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 by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out
Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his dead out
the back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell face
right on the motherfuckin streets he dwelled

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