Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they don't know about stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
blunts 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 went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
And what they don't know will on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better have your gat in hand, man
( you betta have your gat in hand man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to fatal
Pictures of be played back
in the of mashin'
No fairy for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales
and heart be a nigga 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 shed tears? your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you believe then you can
Just at me
all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the seeds follow me
protect your
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
Crooked on sight in the (ghetto)
day is a fight in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody 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 Two-Tecs to take this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he start to bust he to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Cause thats the life when
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 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 individual people we a coastal
beef but tho we were going thru our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz aint no comin bac