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 walkin' like a in them all street tims

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

How much it cost for this here? How much it 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 days the teachers was on that pay

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

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

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

Nigga, check the background, I got O.G.
Just a rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, an' knifes
out a lil' liquor, mami lost her life

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

I act, a damn fool, when I'm of that white
But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these stripes
Ghetto hood, pipe
walk, with 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 ghetto me an' you best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

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, head crack, 64

I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever
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

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

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

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

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