Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

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

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

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

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

In the life, I'm a ghetto 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, life

See, I ride on them when I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just that Sunshine City, I'm smokin' that dro
When it comes to this ice, real his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes these 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'
Pour out a lil' liquor, lost her life

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

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

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the 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

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

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

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

I'm one of those, will 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 with Baby
We come clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the
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 life, any second dog, I can blow up
For me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good?
Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get call out one more time