Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

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

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

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

Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' ya curse
It's a motherfuckers just 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 think you punkin' but they know you
Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve birettas
Buy the King workers and we slappin' on ya lettuce

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

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

That's what I'm about
Make me scream and
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 don't bling
The with a cell but that shit don't ring
But at lights out bars clang and get stang

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

So I take out a spray can and paste the
Defacin' of a sufferin' nation
The files are flagrant and that's the
I them askin' vagrancy for patients

So check the notes, I steal my finer quotes
For d-boys tryin' to flow Gucci's and designer boats
And party liner and all kinds of folks 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 when I say burn one I the Star-Spangled
Let's all get high the income angle
Bump this at the party even if it ain't the

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

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

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