Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the Birdman in the
We got Killa in the
We got Young Weezy in the

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

Man, shorty got more than a Boston Gems
Green Austen, don't 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 money off the
I in a ride on triot, that's traze
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' prone to move coke at a pace
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 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
When it to this ice, real 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 this with guns, pahs an' knifes
Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her

All my in the penitentiary, holdin' that life
See I'm stunnin' for my with this chromed out pipes
This interry foreign German lifes
An' I keep this big toolie just 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 ghetto
I'm a ghetto life, any dog, I can blow up
For me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven more
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 of a six foot diva
I the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I how to cook

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

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

But, thug shit, dog, we down Baby
We come 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 life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Money, Baby, holla
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