Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

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

Man, got more green than a Boston Gems
Green Austen, they cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a in ya ear
Let ya a fuckin' boss up in here

How much it cost for this here? How much it for this year?
Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, cash off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, traze
But those who was in the days the teachers was on that pay

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

See, I ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them
Just that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' dro
When it comes to this ice, real livin' his
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 this world with guns, pahs an'
Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her

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

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

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

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 for the flava of a six foot diva
I the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to

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

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

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

In the life, I'm a ghetto 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

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