Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the Birdman in the
We got Killa in the
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 them all tims

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

How it cost for this here? 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 who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever
An' a fever for the flava of a six diva
I told the po' to feave her, I'm to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to

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

I'm one of those, will look 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, shit, dog, we down with Baby
We come clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all the baby, Killa

In the ghetto life, I'm a boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can 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 you, then they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get call out one more time