Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy,
see him, naw, he need to even eighty
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, don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a in ya ear
Let ya a fuckin' boss 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 off the diet
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, with a bit of amazin'
An' prone to move 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
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 them shake when I'm them hoes
Just that City, when I'm smokin' that dro
When it comes to this ice, real his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes with ghetto type

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

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' life
See I'm stunnin' for my with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign 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 these ghetto
Ghetto hood, pipe
Ghetto walk, my ghetto life

In the life, I'm a ghetto 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, ghetto

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

With the piece stocks, up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I cook up the block
Send to ya block, out done cook up yo spots
That's how coke for that 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, shit, dog, we down with Baby
We through clownin', baby
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 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

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