Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

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

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

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

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

They pay ya ass as far as they can throw you
think you punkin' but they don't know you
Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve birettas
Buy the Burger King workers and we 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, the ghetto manifesto

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

That's what I'm talking
me scream 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 arrest anklet but it don't bling bling
The with a cell but that shit don't ring
But at lights out bars and souls get stang

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

So I out a spray can and paste the pavement
Defacin' gravements of a sufferin'
The files are and that's the fragrance
I overheard them askin' for patients

So check the liner notes, I 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 of broke
But bought twenties cause feel like a lot of smoke

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

a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades
By nannies and maids who be polishin' the
You could let the seas but let's make the sets grow
Into brigades with the ghetto

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

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