Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

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

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy,
Tryna see him, naw, he to even eighty
An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm M
An' I'm like a pimp in them all street tims

Man, shorty got more than 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 it cost for this here? How much it cost for this year?
'Cuz Me an' 'bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, cash money off the
I pass in a ride on triot, traze
But those who was in the days when the 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, Dave, let's race it
Real, not have me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a

In the ghetto life, I'm a 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, life

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

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

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

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

In the life, I'm a ghetto 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 best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

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

I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever
An' a fever for the 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

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

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 come clownin', baby
An' if we, babies, duck tape the kids to the wall
Then shoot all around the baby, Killa

In the ghetto life, I'm a boy
Livin' in the me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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