Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

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

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto (ghetto booooooy)
in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody tell me crackin before)
I'm a life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
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 just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) I'm smokin that dro
When it comes to this ice, real livin his
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto
check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hoodrich flippin birds on a bike
Not survive in this with guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a liquor, mami lost her life
All my niggas in the holdin that life
See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out
This swish interry german lifes (beyotch)
And I keep this big toolie protect my ice (holla at me nigga)
I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of white (absolute beyotch)
But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), pipe (9 Millimeter)
Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto (Beyotch)

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

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

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

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

talking]

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