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 that never
Bodies, in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks
and holdin stolen from the cops to get props
You gotta split a top, on the
or get in your mug, from a slug, by your competitor
echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
Another brother six feet
You know it ain't no jokin when the are broken
So your eyes open, or get ready for a, smokin '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 your ass on ice a Snapple
So though I rap I gots to stay strapped
Niggaz act up I up (PI-YAH)
I bust a cap inside fuckin hat
even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you chose
just might be down with the foes, the shadow knows
And ain't no lollipop, over here only the shottie pops
(BOOM) Now just sit back and watch the bodies
The younger gunmen got the bigger runnin
The (what) the shorties (what) the shorties 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 and fo' to the head
Followed the red bitch in the bed of lead
A drug-related and now the place is filled with Feds
Ramshacked the shack, disclouse two kilos of dope
Two ounces of coke's in the pocket of his coat
So, another brother 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 Blues are deeper
Nothin left in the room 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 just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat
Seal off the area with yellow tape, draw the
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.
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 goin if I'm
Steady my shit cause I already got the clip in
Now who's the first to run up, here they come up
the block with glocks rollin holdin they guns up
I buck, I buck, and then I one in the chest
Nigga shoulda wore a 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? bustin bigger caps?
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 and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me
Cause I 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 between two cars, off the quarter pound
I see another body fallin down to the
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 gots to send his ass to the so
I lay low in the cut and wait for to slip up
Nearly shot my 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 of his brain dead out
the back of his head, now he's dead, he fell face down
right on the motherfuckin streets that he

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