Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

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

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

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

Narratin' my verse, agitatin' when ya curse
It's a million just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, wanna up ya purse
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 that in the back of those
A coupon from agricultural
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 this party out
Hey, hey

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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