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, B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to 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 green than a Gems
Austen, they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a boss up in here

How much it cost for this here? How much it 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 who was in the days when the teachers was on that pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, with a bit of grace
An' prone to coke 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 ride on them shake I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just that Sunshine City, 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
Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a
Not survive in world with guns, pahs an' knifes
Pour out a lil' liquor, mami lost her

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, that life
See I'm for my niggaz with this chromed out pipes
swish interry foreign German lifes
An' I this 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, ghetto
Ghetto walk, my ghetto life

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 ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

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

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, up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I cook 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, that look up to Pac
when I get pulled over, cook up the cops
All they say is, at his drop
Hand on my license, at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we down with
We come clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the to the wall
Then shoot all around the baby, Killa

In the ghetto life, I'm a boy
in the ghetto me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any 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, what's Roc-a-Fella
Birdman, fly to near you, then they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get call out one more time