Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the in the building
We got Killa in the
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 Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm walkin' like a in them all street tims

Man, shorty got more green than a Boston
Green Austen, they don't in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a 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, a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, Dave, let's race it
Real, not me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ

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

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

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

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

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

In the ghetto life, I'm a boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the ghetto
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 duck just born, I need more leaders
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 foot
I told the po' to her, I'm about to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to

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

I'm one of those, that 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, thug shit, dog, we down Baby
We through clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, tape the kids to the wall
shoot circle all around the baby, Killa

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, life

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