Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

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 them all street

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston
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 for this year?
Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that's
But those who was in the when the teachers was on that pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of grace
An' to move coke at a amazin' pace
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
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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

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

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

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

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

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
Dice game, crack, 64 fever

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

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

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

But, thug shit, dog, we down Baby
We through clownin', baby
An' if we, babies, duck tape the kids to the wall
Then shoot 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 best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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