Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the Birdman in the
We got in the building
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
Green Austen, don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a boss up in here

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for year?
'Cuz Me an' Stunna 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 days the teachers was on that pay

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

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

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

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

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

I act, a fool, when I'm full of that white
But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these 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 best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven leaders
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74
Act up though I let the 4 fever 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 told the po' to feave her, I'm to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to

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

I'm one of those, that will up to Pac
'Cuz I get pulled over, cook up the cops
All they say is, look at his
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
Then shoot circle all 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, life

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