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
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even
An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm M
An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in all street tims

Man, shorty got more green than a 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 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 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 grace
An' prone to 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 life, I'm a ghetto 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 to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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

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

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, that life
See I'm stunnin' for my with this chromed 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
walk, with my ghetto life

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

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven leaders
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 is hot, I done cook up the block
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, up the cops
All they say is, look at his
on my license, look at his watch

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

In the ghetto life, I'm a 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

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