Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Rich (Remix)

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 where I was and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, them K's
Heavy guns and boys harassed by the police
Still gettin' pulled over and by the police

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's where you live, 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 you had to tote your gun
Your world is

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

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

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

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

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

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

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