Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

I write my lyrics on 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
Standing on his yelling, "Pimps down, hoes up"

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

A fevered ultimatum you should take it
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 ain't even spoused to own

Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' when ya
It's a million motherfuckers waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, weightin' up ya purse
the jobby 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' turf operata, play with twelve shot
Buy the Burger King workers and we slappin' on ya

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, it's the ghetto

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

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

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

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

So I out a spray can and paste the pavement
gravements of a sufferin' nation
The files are flagrant and that's the
I overheard them vagrancy for patients

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

The trees we got 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

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

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

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