Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But don't know about 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 I was just like you
Smokin with 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 forced to me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they don't know will on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better have your gat in hand, man
( you betta have your gat in cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of actions be back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this young black
Some see me stranded in 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, cars and bitches
I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, life is hard we carry on
in the projects, broke with no lights on
To all the that follow me
your essence
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun every 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)
Selling coke and in the (ghetto)
Every day bleed 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 bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Cause 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 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 going our drama i would
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac