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
Standing on his yelling, "Pimps down, hoes up"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I take out a can and paste the pavement
Defacin' gravements of a sufferin'
The files are and that's the fragrance
I them askin' vagrancy for patients

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

The trees we got lifted by our feet dangle
So I say burn one I mean the Star-Spangled
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 blow but let's make the sets grow
brigades with the ghetto manifesto

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

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