Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the
I scribbled this on an for county support
I practice like a sport, met Donald Trump and he froze up
Standing on his yelling, "Pimps down, hoes up"

Some tryin' to front off her ass a clump off
We gon' stop the world and make y'all jump off
This is my slash resignation
A ransom note with proposed

A fevered you should take it verbatim
'Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't wanna em'
Flyin' kites for my folks at home who tokes alone
We rent on shit they ain't even spoused to own

Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' when ya
It's a million motherfuckers waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, weightin' up ya purse
Shook the jobby job at noon and don't disperse

They wouldn't pay ya ass as far as they can you
think you punkin' but they don't know you
Dissin' turf operata, play twelve shot birettas
Buy the Burger King and we slappin' on ya lettuce

Wrote that in the back of apartments
A coupon from departments
we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go
And start shit, it's the ghetto

That's what I'm about
Make me and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn party out
Hey, hey

what I'm talking about
Make me and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn party out
Hey, hey

Call me bird 'cause of my legs but my ass sing
Got a house arrest but it don't bling bling
The homie with a but that shit don't ring
But at lights out bars clang and get stang

Now it's the hustlin' sound, trick where muscle around blacks
Make ya thoughts heavy, drop a joint and the ground crack
Even renowned historians have that
The people only bounce back when pound back

So I take out a spray can and the pavement
gravements of a sufferin' nation
The files are flagrant and that's the
I overheard them askin' vagrancy for

So the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes
For d-boys tryin' to flow them Gucci's and boats
And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks who all kind of
But twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke

The trees we got lifted by made our feet
So when I say burn one I the Star-Spangled
all get high from the income angle
Bump this at the party if it ain't the single

Here's a slum serenade, on razor and grenades
By and maids who be polishin' the suede
You could let the seas blow but let's make the sets
Into brigades the ghetto manifesto

That's I'm talking about
Make me scream and
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn party out
Hey, hey

That's what I'm talking
Make me and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn this out
Hey, hey