Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy
Tryna see him, naw, he to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't G's, I'm talkin M
And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) all street tims
Man shorty got more green a Boston Gems
Green (?) , don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a in ya ear
Let ya know a boss up in here
How much it for this here?
How much it cost for this
Me and Stunna bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Cash off the diet
I in a ride on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on pay
I'm raise in the cajun cage, a bit of amazing grace
And prone to coke at a amazing pace
Man my super Dave, let's 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)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto
(Somebody me what's crackin before)
I'm a ghetto life, any dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For me, and you best to be watchin me
Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto

2: Baby]
Aye, aye, at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman
See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin hoes (beyotch!)
It's just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm that dro
When it comes to this ice, real his life
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these ghetto
check the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a nigga flippin birds on a bike
Not in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes
out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her life
All my niggas in the holdin that life
See I'm stunnin for my niggas 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 that (absolute beyotch)
But it's the Birdman daddy with these stripes
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto (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 streeeeeets
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 duck 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, crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever)
When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' (fever)
Fever for the flava of a six-foot (let 'em know)
I told the po to her, I'm a bouty crook
Out to juuust, not a chef (?) how to cook
the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done up the block
glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss
That's how coke for that cook up his (what else though?)
I'm one of those, that look up to Pac (why?)
'cause when I get pulled over, up the cops (damn, follow what)
All say is, look at his drop (what else?)
Hand on my liscence, at his watch (fuck em)
But, thug dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We come through baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all 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 dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Life

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

[Man

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