Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it to wake up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People at you like youse the user
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 Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And what they don't will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have gat in hand, cause man
( you have your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of be played back
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
Hustlin' and heart be a nigga or the
repercutions bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your
My childhood were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe then you can
look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no on
To all the seeds follow me
protect your
with less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun every night 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)
Every day somebody 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 him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the when 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 funny thing i kinda realized how 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual people we waged a
beef but even tho we were going thru our i would
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac