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 ain't Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm walkin' a pimp in them all street tims

Man, shorty got green than a Boston Gems
Austen, they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya a fuckin' boss up in here

How much it cost for here? How much it cost for this year?
'Cuz Me an' Stunna 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, a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to move coke at a pace
Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's it
Real, not have me, B. win it, I'm a champ

In the life, I'm a ghetto 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, life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, shit, dog, we down with Baby
We come clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the to the wall
Then shoot 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 best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby,
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good?
Birdman, fly to hood you, then they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one time