Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Rich

Shit, we tryna get it for
Oh, Rich Boy, you niggas better get
Get money, muthafucka, get money,

Let me ya through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, them K's
Heavy guns and dope boys by the police
Still gettin' pulled over and asked by the

'Bama made for a nigga to win
See the color of ya skin get put in the pen
It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and
Sendin' to the pen or the funeral home

I be feelin' like the Lord'll never me back
So I'm holdin' on my gat just in they attack
Bullet holes in ya house'll it hard to sleep
Ya see the fiends on the street want the for cheap

'Lotta niggas life from under covers and fake friends
It's real how them penitentiary bars'll men
Niggas doin' from under covers and fake friends
It's how them penitentiary bars'll break men

It's where you live, where you play
It's where you learn your slang
world is ghetto

It's where I live, it's I'm from
It's you had to tote your gun
Your world is

explain how I feel growin' up in the gutter
Told my mama I love her put nobody above her
crimes, a hard time for food on the plate
Know a couple of niggas ain't never out the gate

Movin' the only thing them street niggas know
Servin' thangs at school, they never 'em, don't show
But a get 'cha money fast from robbin'
Do or die situation when ya tired, be

Government'd never send me a dime for
So I went and workin' like my nine my tool
I'm a for the South, pa, open ya ears
Young kids where I'm wear permanent tears

where you live, it's where you play
It's where you learn your slang
world is ghetto

It's where I live, it's where I'm
It's you had to tote your gun
world is ghetto

I'm a product of the block, watch the fiends back
Got a white packs 'cause they fiend for that
Early five in the mornin', showin' they badge
Real niggas in the street still they rags

Speed in the road start slowin' me down
See them fake actin' like they know me now
Got a to advance, so I'm makin' my move
o' people still thinkin' they got somethin' to prove

Pay the card for the South, the hood my home
Told my mama I'ma leave the dope game
On my knees every night wit God
dyin' everyday 'cause they wanna be hard

Still totin' my piece 'cause it ain't nothin' the movies
I'm my vest in case they hit me wit the Uzi
Even if I take a around the world and back
I'm for the hoods where they feel me at

It's where you live, where you play
It's where you learn your favorite
Your is ghetto

It's where I live, where I'm from
It's you had to tote your gun
Your world is ghetto, world, ghetto

Throw 'em up if you know what the like
Throw 'em up if you lookin' for that good
Throw 'em up if ya ghetto,
world, ghetto