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)

G. Rap]
New York, New York, the city that never
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 to get props
You split a top, on the regular
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by competitor
Gunshots throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
brother six feet under
You know it ain't no jokin the streetlights are broken
So keep your eyes open, or get for a, smokin 'loc
Step out of line, I hope you got your gun son
The and Wess', you better press 9-1-1 (word up)
or make a run for it there's too many to
The Big Apple'll put your ass on ice like a
So even I rap I gots to stay strapped
act up I back up (PI-YAH)
I a cap inside your fuckin 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 here only the shottie pops
(BOOM) Now sit back and watch the bodies drop
The younger gunmen got the 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 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 full of
A drug-related case and now the place is filled Feds
Ramshacked the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of
Two ounces of coke's in the pocket of his coat
So, another brother caught the ultimate
with blown out brains, to 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 except for him, the Grim
Police are takin ? snapshots, scoop up blooddrops
out a file on a juvenile child of mugshots
The cops knew he victim to laws on the street
So just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat
off the area with yellow tape, draw the white
chalk around the body now the party has to
One more outlaw, was murdered on the scene for the
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 black
Six feet deep, where I'm goin if I'm slippin
Steady cockin my shit 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 struck one in the
Nigga shoulda 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 strap? Who's bustin bigger caps?
My BOOM BOOM BOOMS against PAP PAP PAPS
No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out like a
I reloaded the shot and another motherfucker
Quick, I and shit to dodge the bullets comin at me
Cause I won't be too happy a slug inside my nappy
Two more niggaz left, scared to death, but I'm leary
Shit gets kinda scary when I got near me
I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter
I see another body down to the ground
Quick I run up on him cause I don't think 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 clip up, I got one more 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 dead, because he fell face down
on the motherfuckin streets that he dwelled

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