Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

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

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston
Green Austen, they cost in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya a fuckin' boss up in here

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the life, I'm a ghetto 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, ghetto

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

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

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

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

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

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

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