Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But they don't know about your day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
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 went for twenty down South
up my tools for my raw power move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment and he tryin to hear it
mad Newport's cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, man
( you have your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to attractions
of actions be played back
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
and heart be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, in pictures
Why tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent my peers in the cemetary
Here's a to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, with no lights on
To all the that follow me
protect your
Born with less, but you precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
cops on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a 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 plan
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to over this projects
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I heard I was

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 cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual people we a coastal
beef but even tho we were thru our drama i would
never wish death on cuz there aint no comin bac