Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

I write my lyrics on tickets and summons to the court
I this 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 off break her ass a clump off
We gon' stop the and make y'all motherfuckers jump off
This is my resume resignation
A note with proposed legislation

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

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

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

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

That's what I'm talking
Make me 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 this party out
Hey, hey

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

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

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

So the liner notes, I steal my finer 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 trees we got lifted by made our feet
So when I say burn one I mean the
Let's all get high from the angle
Bump this at the party even if it the single

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

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

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