Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

[Verse 1: Lil'
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 like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street
Man shorty got more green a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they don't in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a in ya ear
Let ya know a boss up in here
How it cost for this here?
How much it for this year?
Me and Stunna bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the
I pass in a ride on triot, traze
But those who was in the when the teachers was on that pay
I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing
And prone to move coke at a pace
Man my super Dave, let's race it
Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a

TQ]
In the life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto
(Somebody tell me what's before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can 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 (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)
It's that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro
When it to this ice, real livin his life
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto
Nigga check the background, I got O.G.
Just a hoodrich flippin birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs, and
out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life
All my niggas in the holdin that life
See I'm stunnin for my with this chromed out pipes
This interry foreign german lifes (beyotch)
And I keep big toolie just 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 these ghe-tto stripes
Ghe-tto (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter)
Ghe-tto (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch)

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

3: Cam'Ron]
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' leave ya (leave ya)
Dice game, crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever)
When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' (fever)
for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know)
I told the po to her, I'm a bouty crook
Out to juuust, not a chef (?) know how to
With the piece stocks, up the rocks
Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done up yo sspotss
That's how coke for that cook up his (what else though?)
I'm one of those, that will 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?)
Hand on my liscence, at his watch (fuck em)
But, shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We come clownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the
Then circle all around the baby, Killa!

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

talking]
It's man, Killa!
Diplomats, Cash
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, good, Roc-a-Fella
(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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