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 city never sleeps
Bodies, covered in sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit deep, as we creep up the block by the kids slangin rocks
and holdin glocks stolen from the to get props
You gotta a top, on the regular
or get plugged in your mug, from a slug, by competitor
echo throughout the city like thunder, no wonder
Another six feet under
You know it ain't no jokin when the streetlights are
So keep your open, or get ready for a, smokin 'loc
Step out of line, I hope you got your gun son
The Smith and Wess', you press 9-1-1 (word up)
or make a run for it there's too to tackle
The Big Apple'll put ass on ice like a Snapple
So even though I rap I gots to stay
Niggaz act up I up (PI-YAH)
I a cap inside your fuckin hat
Don't even pose with them hoes, the swinger that you
just might be with the foes, only the shadow knows
And ain't no lollipop, lollipop over here only the pops
(BOOM) Now sit back and watch the bodies drop
The younger gunmen got the niggaz runnin
The shorties (what) the shorties (what) the are comin
to a nigga wig back, and leave his ass flat on his back
The motherfuckin ghetto knows, and it's like

[Kool G.
Today's headlines, nigga dead
Six to the body and fo' to the
Followed the red in the bed full of lead
A drug-related case and now the place is with Feds
the shack, disclouse 'bout two kilos of dope
Two ounces of coke's in the pocket of his coat
So, another brother caught the ultimate
blown out brains, to drop stains 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 are gettin deeper
Nothin left in the except for him, the Grim Reaper
are takin ? snapshots, scoop up some blooddrops
Pull out a file on a child of mugshots
The cops knew he fell victim to on the street
So just, pull out the white sheets, to cover up the dead meat
Seal off the with yellow tape, draw the white
chalk the body now the party has to motivate
One more outlaw, was murdered on the for the green
Died at the age of

[Kool G.
the concrete, packin my heat, walkin the backstreets
I seen pull up, peepin me out the side a black Jeep
Six deep, that's where I'm goin if I'm slippin
Steady cockin my cause I already got the clip in
Now who's the first nigga to run up, here 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, triggers
are ricochetin off the bricks, zigga zigga
But who got the biggest Who's bustin bigger caps?
My BOOM BOOM BOOMS they PAP PAP PAPS
No haps, G. Rap ain't goin out a sucker
I reloaded the shot and another motherfucker
Quick, I duck and shit to dodge the bullets at me
Cause I be too happy with a slug inside my nappy
Two more left, they scared to death, but I'm leary
Shit kinda scary when I got bulletholes near me
I went between two cars, lettin off the quarter
I see another body fallin to the ground
Quick I run up on him cause I don't think he's dead
Standin over his ass I put two more inside his
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 wait for moneygrip to up
shot my whole clip up, I got one more slug to rip up
Look over by the GS, see his ass stickin his out
Boom, let the lead out, a piece of his brain dead out
the back of his head, now he's dead, because he fell down
right on the streets that he dwelled

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