Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the Birdman in the
We got in the building
We got Young 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 in them all street tims

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

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for year?
Me an' Stunna 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, money 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 coke at a amazin'
Man, my daddy, super Dave, race it
Real, not me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ

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, ghetto

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 these ghetto

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

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, holdin' that
See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out
This swish interry foreign lifes
An' I keep 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, pipe
walk, with my ghetto life

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the 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, life

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 of a six foot diva
I told the po' to her, I'm about to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to

With the stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh is hot, I done cook 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, will look up to Pac
when I get pulled over, cook up the cops
All say is, look at his drop
Hand on my license, at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we 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 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

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