Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the Birdman in the
We got in the building
We got Weezy in the building

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

Man, shorty got more green a Boston Gems
Green Austen, they cost in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a boss up in here

How much it cost for here? How much it cost for this year?
'Cuz Me an' 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of 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 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 to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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

Nigga, the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' on a bike
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 niggaz this chromed out pipes
This swish foreign German lifes
An' I this big toolie just protect my ice

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

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

Ayyo, the duck just born, I seven more leaders
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74
Act up though I let the 4 fever 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 told the po' to her, I'm about 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
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 will 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 Baby
We come clownin', baby
An' if we, babies, duck tape the kids to the wall
Then 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 ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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