Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Rich

Shit, we get it for real
Oh, Rich Boy, you better get focused
Get money, muthafucka, get money,

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

wasn't made for a nigga to win
See the of ya skin get 'cha put in the pen
It's real life, over dice, dead and gone
Sendin' niggas to the pen or the home

I be feelin' the Lord'll never answer 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 want the hard for cheap

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

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

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

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

Movin' weight the thing them street niggas know
Servin' thangs at school, they never teach 'em, show
But a 44'll get 'cha money fast from
Do or die situation ya tired, be stavin'

Government'd never 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 I'm from wear permanent tears

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

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

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

Speed bumps in the road slowin' me down
See them fake niggas like they know me now
Got a chance to advance, so I'm makin' my
Couple o' people still thinkin' they got to prove

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

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

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

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