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

Man, shorty got more green a Boston Gems
Green Austen, 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 this here? How it cost for this year?
'Cuz Me an' 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, cash money off the
I pass in a ride on triot, that's
But those who was in the when the teachers was on that pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazin'
An' to move coke 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 ghetto life, I'm a 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, life

See, I ride on shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro
it comes to this ice, real livin' his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes with ghetto 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 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 German lifes
An' I keep this big toolie just my ice

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

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 me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

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

When I'm in L.A., I got 64
An' a fever for the flava of a six foot
I the po' to feave 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
Hand on my license, at his watch

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

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 me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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