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 in the building (Weezy)

[Verse 1: Lil'
it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't speakin G's, I'm M
And I'm walkin a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims
Man shorty got more than a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they don't in rims
appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya a fuckin boss up in here
How much it cost for this
How it cost for this year?
Me and Stunna bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Money off the diet
I pass in a on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the 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 daddy super Dave, let's it
Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody me what's crackin before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second 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 in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)
just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro
When it comes to this ice, real his life
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, these ghetto type
Nigga check the background, I got O.G.
Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a
Not survive in this world guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a lil' liquor, lost her life
All my niggas in the penitentiary holdin that
See I'm for my niggas with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign german (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 daddy with 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)
in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin
Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Life

[Verse 3:
Uh-huh, Diplomats, man
the duck 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 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 (?) how to cook
the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the
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, will look up to Pac (why?)
when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what)
All they say is, at his drop (what else?)
on my liscence, look at his watch (fuck em)
But, thug dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We through clownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, 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 ghetto me, in the streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto life, any dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Life

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

talking]

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