Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the in the building
We got Killa in the
We got Weezy in the building

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy,
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, got more green than a Boston Gems
Green Austen, don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in

How much it cost for here? How much it cost for this year?
'Cuz Me an' 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, money off the diet
I in a ride on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the was on that pay

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

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 me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

See, I on them shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just that Sunshine City, when I'm that dro
it comes to this ice, real livin' his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes these ghetto type

Nigga, check the background, I got O.G.
a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike
Not in this world with guns, pahs an' knifes
out a lil' liquor, mami lost her life

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm one of those, that look up to Pac
'Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the
All they say is, look at his
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 to the wall
Then circle all around the baby, Killa

In the ghetto life, I'm a 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 best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Money, Baby, holla
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good?
Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one time