Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
look at you like youse the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
Smokin with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my 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 move
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they don't will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's 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 gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our be close captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be back
in the of mashin'
No tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a nigga or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you believe you can achieve
Just at me
Against all odds, life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the that follow me
protect your
with less, but you still 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 kids to in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody 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 to take over this projects
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 digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
thats the life 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 how powerful 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