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
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 Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was 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, that's why my hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for down South
up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for chumps to stop my flow
And what don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
mad Newport's 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 your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this black male
Some see me in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions while on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why shed tears? Save sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe then you can
look at me
Against all odds, though life is we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the that follow me
protect essence
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots every 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)
coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day 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 Two-Tecs to take over this
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
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I heard I was

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
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 i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno i'm saying cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual people we a coastal
beef but even tho we were going our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz aint no comin bac