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, B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby
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, got more green than a Boston Gems
Green Austen, don't cost in rims
appear, nigga 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 this
Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it
Put yo down, cash money off the diet
I in a ride on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on pay

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

In the life, I'm a ghetto 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When I'm in L.A., I got 64
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 piece stocks, up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo
That's how coke for cook up his watch

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

But, thug shit, dog, we with Baby
We through clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the
shoot circle all around the baby, Killa

In the life, I'm a ghetto 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

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