Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the in the building
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 speakin' Gs, I'm M
An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in all street tims

Man, shorty got green than a Boston Gems
Austen, they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a in ya ear
Let ya know a 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 spoons down, cash off the diet
I pass in a on triot, that's 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 coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, super Dave, race it
Real, not have me, B. win it, I'm a champ

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

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

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that
See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz this chromed out pipes
This interry foreign 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 these stripes
Ghetto hood, pipe
Ghetto walk, with my ghetto

In the ghetto life, I'm a 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, ghetto

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

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

With the piece stocks, cook up the
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the
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, babies, duck tape the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all around the baby,

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

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