Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I how it feel to wake up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to it
mad Newport's cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have your gat in hand man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to attractions
Pictures of actions be played
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this young black
Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales
and heart be a nigga culture or the
repercutions bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your
My childhood years spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you then you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though life is we carry on
in the projects, broke with no lights on
To all the seeds follow me
protect essence
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots every in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
day is a fight in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling coke and in the (ghetto)
day somebody bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life your
in the (ghetto) oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto)
Thats the when ur
in the (ghetto)oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

(talking) It's a thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a strong
yo i kno him we two people we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we going thru our drama i would
never death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac