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, 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 walkin' like a pimp in all street tims

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

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 pass in a ride on triot, that's
But those who was in the 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, let's it
Real, not me, B. I'ma 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 life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

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

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

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

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, life

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

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, 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, will look up to Pac
'Cuz when I get pulled over, up the cops
All they say is, look at his
Hand on my license, look at his

But, thug shit, dog, we down Baby
We come through clownin',
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 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

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