Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Rich

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

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

'Bama wasn't made for a to win
See the color of ya get 'cha put in the pen
It's real life, dice, Dwayne dead and gone
Sendin' to the pen or the funeral home

I be feelin' like the Lord'll answer me back
So I'm holdin' on my gat in case they attack
Bullet holes in ya house'll it hard to sleep
Ya see the fiends on the street want the hard for

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

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

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

Can't explain how I feel up in the gutter
Told my that I love her put nobody above her
Doin' crimes, a hard for food on the plate
Know a couple of niggas ain't comin' out the gate

Movin' weight the only thing them street niggas
thangs at school, they never teach 'em, don't show
But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from
Do or die situation when ya tired, be

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

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

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

I'm a product of the block, watch the come back
Got a couple white packs 'cause they fiend for
Early five in the mornin', pigs showin' they
Real in the street still showin' they rags

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

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

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

where you live, it's where you play
It's where you your favorite slang
Your world is

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

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