Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

Nigga, B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby
Tryna see him, naw, he to even eighty
An' I ain't Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in them all street

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston
Austen, they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya a fuckin' boss up in here

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

I'm raised in the cage, with a bit of amazin' grace
An' 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

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

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

Nigga, the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hood rich nigga, birds on a bike
Not survive in this world 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, I'm full of that white
But the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto stripes
Ghetto hood, pipe
Ghetto walk, with my ghetto

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

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74
Act up though I let the 4 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 know how to

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

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

But, thug shit, dog, we with Baby
We come clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, tape the kids to the wall
shoot 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 second dog, I can up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

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