Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to wake up 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 about your day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just 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, that's why my hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for twenty South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will show on the
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for consignment and he wasn't 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 your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our be close captioned
addicted to attractions
of actions be played back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for young black male
Some see me in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, in pictures
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My childhood were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you then you can achieve
Just at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we on
Livin' in the projects, with no lights on
To all the seeds follow me
protect your
Born with less, but you precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots 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 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 Two-Tecs to take this projects
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
I heard 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 thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a dude
yo i kno him we two individual people we a coastal
beef but even tho we were going thru our drama i
never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no bac