Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
People look at you like youse the
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't 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 remember I was like you
Smokin blunts my crew, flippin over 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment and he tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have your gat in hand man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of be played 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 culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin'
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
Wishin' I my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you then you can achieve
Just 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
protect your
with less, but you still precious

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

I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he start to bust he to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
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 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 going thru our drama i
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac