Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy,
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even
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 Gems
Green Austen, they don't 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?
'Cuz Me an' 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, cash money off the
I pass in a ride on triot, traze
But who was in the days when 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 amazin'
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
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

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

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

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

I act, a fool, when 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 ghetto life, I'm a boy
in the ghetto 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

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
game, head crack, 64 fever

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

the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh is hot, I done 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 look up to Pac
'Cuz when I get over, cook up the cops
All say is, look at his drop
Hand on my license, at his watch

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

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

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