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
Standing on his yelling, "Pimps down, hoes up"

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

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

through my verse, agitatin' when ya curse
It's a million motherfuckers waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, 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 you punkin' but they don't know you
Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve shot
Buy the Burger workers and we slappin' on ya lettuce

that in the back of those apartments
A coupon from departments
When we put down the X-O, we can let the go
And start shit, the ghetto manifesto

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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