Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy,
Tryna see him, naw, he to even eighty
An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm M
An' I'm like a pimp in them all street tims

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

How much it cost for this How much it cost for this year?
Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, cash money off the
I pass in a 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 grace
An' prone to coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's it
Real, not me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ

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 best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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

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

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

I act, a fool, when 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
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

Ayyo, the duck just born, I seven more 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 how to cook

With the piece stocks, up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done cook up the
Send to ya block, out done cook up yo spots
how coke 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
Hand on my license, look at his

But, thug shit, dog, we down Baby
We through clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, 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 life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

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