Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

[Man
Ok, we got the in the building (the birdman)
We got Killa in the (yeah)
We got Weezy in the building (Weezy)

[Verse 1: Lil'
Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, baby
Tryna see him, naw, he to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm M
And I'm like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims
Man shorty got more green than a Gems
Green (?) , don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin up in here
How it cost for this here?
How much it cost for year?
'cause Me and Stunna to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Cash off the diet
I pass in a on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the when the teachers was on that pay
I'm in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace
And prone to move coke at a amazing
Man my super Dave, let's race it
Real not me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the streeeeeets
(Somebody me what's crackin before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow
For ghetto me, and you best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, Life

2: Baby]
Aye, aye, at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman
See I ride in them shake (34's) I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)
It's that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro
When it comes to this ice, real his life
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto
Nigga the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a
Not survive in this with guns, pahs, and knifes
out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life
All my in the penitentiary holdin that life
See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out
This interry foreign german lifes (beyotch)
And I keep this big toolie just my ice (holla at me nigga)
I act, a fool, when I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch)
But it's the Birdman daddy with ghe-tto stripes
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), pipe (9 Millimeter)
Ghe-tto (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch)

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto
I'm a ghetto life, any second I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin
Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Ghetto

[Verse 3:
Uh-huh, Diplomats, man
Ayyo the just born, I need seven more leaders
C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a fever (what else)
Act up though I let the Fo' fever ya (leave ya)
Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' (fever)
When I'm in L.A., I got fever (fever)
for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know)
I the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook
Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to
With the stocks, cook up the rocks
Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done up yo sspotss
how coke for that cook up his watch (what else though?)
I'm one of those, will look up to Pac (why?)
'cause when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, what)
All they say is, at his drop (what else?)
on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em)
But, thug shit dogg, we down with (baby)
We come clownin baby (baby)
And if we, babies, ducktape the kids to the wall
Then shoot all around the baby, Killa!

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto life, any second I can blow uuuuuup
For me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto

talking]
It's man, Killa!
Diplomats, Cash
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good,
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)

talking]

Fly, to near you
they got 'em cheap (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that out one more time
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x
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