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 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 y'all motherfuckers jump off
is my resume slash resignation
A ransom note with legislation

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

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

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

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

That's I'm talking 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 but my ass don't sing
Got a house arrest anklet but it don't bling
The homie a cell but that shit don't ring
But at lights out bars clang and get stang

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

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

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

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

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

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

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