Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Knows

Chorus: 2X

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

[Kool G.
New York, New York, the that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the by the kids slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get
You gotta a top, on the regular
or get in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor
Gunshots throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
Another six feet under
You know it ain't no jokin the streetlights are broken
So your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc
out of line, I hope you got your nine gun son
The Smith and Wess', you better 9-1-1 (word up)
or make a run for it there's too many to
The Big put your ass on ice like a Snapple
So even though I rap I gots to strapped
act up I back up (PI-YAH)
I a cap inside your fuckin hat
even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose
just might be down with the foes, only the knows
And ain't no lollipop, over here only the shottie pops
(BOOM) Now just sit back and the bodies drop
The younger gunmen got the bigger runnin
The shorties (what) the (what) the shorties are comin
to push a wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back
The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like

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

[Kool G.
the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets
I seen niggaz up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep
Six feet deep, where I'm goin if I'm slippin
Steady cockin my cause I already got the clip in
Now the first nigga to run up, here they come up
the block hardrocks with glocks rollin holdin they up
I buck, I buck, and I struck one in the chest
Nigga wore a vest but now his ass is put to rest
But now I got three mo' niggaz, pullin
are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga
But who got the biggest strap? Who's bustin bigger
My BOOM BOOM against they PAP PAP PAPS
No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a
I reloaded the and dropped another motherfucker
Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the comin 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 scary I got bulletholes near me
I went two cars, lettin off the quarter pound
I see body fallin down to the ground
Quick I run up on him cause I think that he's dead
over his ass I put two more inside his head
That's three down, only got one nigga to go
I gots to his ass to the gravedigger so
I lay low in the cut and for moneygrip to slip up
shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up
Look over by the GS, see his ass 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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