Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Knows

Chorus: 2X

Yo, you go, you gotta go, you gotta go
(G: And aiyyo, you don't know, believe the ghetto 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 by the kids slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen from the cops to get
You gotta split a top, on the
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by competitor
Gunshots echo throughout the city like thunder, no
Another six feet under
You know it ain't no jokin the streetlights are broken
So keep your eyes open, or get ready for a, 'loc
Step out of line, I you got your 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 though I rap I gots to strapped
Niggaz act up I up (PI-YAH)
I bust a cap inside your hat
Don't even pose with hoes, the swinger that you chose
might be down with the foes, only the shadow knows
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here the shottie pops
(BOOM) Now just sit back and 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 his ass flat on his back
The ghetto knows, and it's like that

[Kool G.
Today's headlines, nigga dead
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 with Feds
Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two of dope
Two of coke's caught in the pocket of his coat
So, another caught the ultimate surprise
with blown out brains, to drop stains on his
Dazed as I sit back and watch the channel two
Watchin his family goin all the boo-hoos
You lose, an Ill Street, the Blues are gettin deeper
Nothin left in the room for him, the Grim Reaper
Police are takin ? snapshots, up some blooddrops
out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots
The cops knew he victim to laws on the street
So they just, out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat
Seal off the with yellow tape, draw the white
around the body now the party has to motivate
One more outlaw, was on the scene for the green
Died at the age of

[Kool G.
Strollin the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the
I seen niggaz pull up, peepin me out the side a black
Six feet deep, that's where I'm if I'm slippin
Steady cockin my cause I already got the clip in
Now who's the nigga to run up, here they come up
the block hardrocks with glocks rollin 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, pullin
Strays are off the bricks, zigga zigga
But who got the strap? Who's 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 dropped another
Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the comin at me
Cause I won't be too happy a slug inside my nappy
Two niggaz left, they scared to death, but I'm leary
Shit gets kinda scary when I got near me
I went between two cars, off the quarter pound
I see body fallin down to the ground
I run up on him cause I don't think that he's dead
Standin over his ass I put two inside his head
That's three 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 more to rip up
over by the GS, see his ass stickin his head out
Boom, let the lead out, blew a piece of his brain out
the back of his head, now he's dead, because he face down
right on the motherfuckin that he dwelled

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