Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

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

Some to front off break her ass a clump off
We gon' stop the world and make motherfuckers jump off
This is my resume slash
A ransom note proposed legislation

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

Narratin' through my verse, when ya curse
a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya
Shook the 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 they know you
Dissin' turf operata, play with twelve birettas
Buy the King workers and we slappin' on ya lettuce

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

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

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

Call me bird 'cause of my but my ass don't sing
Got a house arrest anklet but it bling bling
The homie with a cell but shit don't ring
But at lights out bars clang and 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 have that
The only bounce back when they pound back

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 askin' vagrancy for

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

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

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

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

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