Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

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 walkin' like a pimp in them all street

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

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

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of grace
An' to move coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, Dave, let's 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, ghetto

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

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

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

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

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

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 fever for the flava of a six foot
I told the po' to feave her, I'm to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I how to cook

the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
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 up his watch

I'm one of those, will look up to Pac
'Cuz when I get over, cook up the cops
All they say is, at his drop
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 circle 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 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 out one more time