Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

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

Some tryin' to front off break her ass a 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 who takin' tokes alone
We payin' rent on they ain't even spoused to own

Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' ya curse
a million motherfuckers just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, wanna weightin' up ya
Shook the jobby job down at noon and disperse

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

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

That's I'm talking 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

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

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

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

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

The trees we got lifted by made our feet
So when I say one I mean the Star-Spangled
Let's all get from the income angle
Bump this at the party if it ain't the single

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

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

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