Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

The Evil genius, Latern

Hook:(2X)
The same that going on
The stalking
Loud is talking
The same shit's going on
You know I it all before

It's cool to win but it's better to hate to lose
There's one Nas by the hundred thousand use
You lose money chasing women, lose, women chasing money
Niggaz is broke, plus the is hungry
Morgues of dead niggaz who is taking money
Morgues full a niggaz who the last they ate in their stomach
Spinach and
Gortex bootprints on his face, it's still on his face
we visit his wake
Whatever's I do it
Fight against a army one gun I use it
Some suntou
it on you like walking ammonia
You far oppenents
we can for the moments
I stay in decietful
With creeps with foul
Attempted murder the basics
Threatening the
And relitives of dead it's the shit we live
Queens thug matrimony
a fony
Bullets hit a crack in his Abercrombie
Psycho analysts was me what happened to me
See the got to be, then the gat got to me
Then the homies on the block the stacks of money
these beautiful bitches was bending backwards for me
The put the rap game in the caskets slowly
Man I give a fuck...

Hook:(2X)
The shit's that going on
The crackheads
Loud is talking
The same shit's going on
You know I it all before

Ortiz:

Planet
The land of the
Handle turf
Cannons a burst and breaks the wrists of amateur
Scare me to hurting on your man and that
I it ten times
They get a small article never the
in the lobby next to empty yack bottles
Niggaz drunk talking shit when they see this mac nozzle
But nothing ever
Even if it do, ever happens
We don't talk if that aint you yapping in the ghetto
You can ask a mother what happened and get an echo
When I'm it's so bad
of ignorant mulfuckers with no dads
Oh he did, but he don't care he nursing his dope hab
And him and they mom argue he always throw jabs
So they grip a mag
And walk around like who choke tag
Fiending to a head see through like a coke bag
If your life's slightly something like the one that Joe had then (Ghetto)
a peas, scoop cheese, duck D's and squeeze
Breezing on hooptees, new Ortiz
And the houchies please G's by gettin on knees
a body part the scarecrow knee
I'm living at
the shit I write is from my heart, my word
Simple your pocket grab a sharpy homie mark my words
If anybody with me and these bucks
I aint in a career, dawg, im beating you up
I'm ghetto

Hook:(2X)
The shit's that going on
The crackheads
Loud is talking
The same shit's that on
You I seen it all before