Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

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

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

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

through my verse, agitatin' when ya curse
It's a million just waitin' on the first
on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya purse
Shook the jobby job at noon and don't disperse

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

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

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

That's I'm talking about
me scream and shout
East, West, North, and
turn this 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 with a but that shit don't ring
But at out bars clang and souls get stang

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

So I take out a can and paste the pavement
Defacin' gravements of a sufferin'
The files are flagrant and the fragrance
I them 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 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 if it ain't the single

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

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

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