Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

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

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

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

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of grace
An' prone to move coke at a amazin'
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
in the ghetto 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

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

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

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

I act, a damn fool, I'm full of that white
But the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto stripes
Ghetto hood, ghetto
Ghetto walk, 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 to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

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

When I'm in L.A., I got 64
An' a fever for the flava of a six foot
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, cook up the
Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done up yo spots
how coke for that cook up his watch

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

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

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

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, 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