Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

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

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

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

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

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the streets
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 shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' dro
When it comes to this ice, real 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 niggaz in the penitentiary, that life
See I'm stunnin' for my with this chromed out pipes
This swish foreign German lifes
An' I keep this big toolie just my ice

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

In the ghetto life, I'm a 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 best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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

I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever
An' a for the flava 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 done cook up the
Send to ya block, out done cook up yo spots
That's how for that cook up his watch

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

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

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 to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

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