Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know your stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin with my crew, flippin over 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, man
( you betta have your gat in cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of actions be played
in the midst of
No tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
Sellin' my soul for wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, in pictures
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe then you can
look at me
Against all odds, life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no on
To all the that follow me
your essence
Born with less, but you precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the plan
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I I was dead

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

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