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)

G. Rap]
New York, New York, the that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the 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
Gunshots throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
Another brother six under
You know it 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 make a run for it too many to tackle
The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice a Snapple
So even though I rap I to stay strapped
act up I back up (PI-YAH)
I bust a cap inside your hat
Don't even with them hoes, the swinger that you chose
just might be down with the foes, only the shadow
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop here only the shottie pops
(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies
The gunmen got the bigger niggaz runnin
The (what) the shorties (what) the shorties are comin
to push a nigga wig back, and leave his ass on his back
The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's that

[Kool G.
Today's headlines, nigga dead
Six to the and fo' to the head
Followed the red bitch in the bed full of
A case and now the place is filled with Feds
Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of
Two ounces of coke's caught in the of his coat
So, another brother caught the ultimate
with out brains, to drop stains on his eyes
Dazed as I sit back and watch the two news
Watchin his goin through all the boo-hoos
You lose, like an Ill Street, the Blues are deeper
Nothin in the room except for him, the Grim Reaper
Police are ? snapshots, scoop up some 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 meat
Seal off the with yellow tape, draw the white
chalk around the body now the has to motivate
One more outlaw, was murdered on the for the green
at the age of seventeen

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

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