Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

I write my on parking tickets and summons to the court
I this on an application 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 off break her ass a clump off
We gon' stop the world and make y'all jump off
is my resume slash resignation
A ransom note proposed legislation

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I take out a can and paste the pavement
Defacin' of a sufferin' nation
The files are flagrant and that's the
I them askin' vagrancy for patients

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

The trees we got lifted by made our feet
So I say burn one I mean the Star-Spangled
Let's all get from the income angle
Bump this at the party even if it the single

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

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

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