Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

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

Some tryin' to front off break her ass a off
We gon' stop the world and make y'all motherfuckers off
This is my resume resignation
A note with proposed legislation

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

Narratin' through my verse, when ya curse
It's a million just waitin' on the first
on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya purse
Shook the job down at noon and don't disperse

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I take out a can and paste the pavement
Defacin' gravements of a 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 d-boys tryin' to them Gucci's and designer boats
And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks who all kind of
But bought twenties cause they feel a lot of smoke

The we got lifted by made our feet dangle
So when I say burn one I mean the
all get high from the income angle
Bump at the party even if it ain't the single

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

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

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