Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the Birdman in the
We got Killa in the
We got Young in the building

Nigga, B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even
An' I speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in all street tims

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston
Green Austen, they don't 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 cost for this year?
'Cuz Me an' 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, cash off the diet
I in a ride on triot, that's traze
But who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, Dave, let's race it
Real, not have me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a

In the ghetto life, I'm a boy
in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For ghetto me an' you best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

See, I ride on them shake when I'm them hoes
Just that City, when I'm smokin' that dro
When it comes to this ice, livin' his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes with ghetto type

Nigga, the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hood nigga, flippin' birds on a bike
Not survive in world with guns, pahs an' knifes
Pour out a lil' liquor, lost her life

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, that life
See I'm for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes
swish interry foreign German lifes
An' I keep this big just protect my ice

I act, a damn fool, when I'm of that white
But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto
hood, ghetto pipe
Ghetto walk, with my ghetto

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto
I'm a life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven leaders
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74
Act up though I let the 4 fever ya
Dice game, head crack, 64

When I'm in L.A., I got 64
An' a fever for the of a six foot diva
I told the po' to feave her, I'm to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to

the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I cook up the block
Send to ya block, out done cook up yo spots
That's how coke for that up his watch

I'm one of those, that will up to Pac
'Cuz I get pulled over, cook up the cops
All say is, look at his drop
on my license, look at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we down Baby
We through clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the
Then shoot circle all around the baby,

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla
Jim Jones, Santana, good? Roc-a-Fella
Birdman, fly to hood near you, they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that out one more time