Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

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 tims

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston
Green Austen, they don't in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a 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 pass in a ride on triot, that's
But those who was in the when the teachers was on that pay

I'm in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to move 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 life, I'm a ghetto boy
in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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

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

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

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

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

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more
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 her, I'm about to crook
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 cook up yo
That's how coke for that up his watch

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

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

In the ghetto life, I'm a 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

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