Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

Back in the days when I was tryin' to up in the rap game
Livin' like a [unverified], bustlin' spare
Drivin' a bucket, livin' in a
Tryin' to make the best out of I had, usin' a pen and pad

There was this that I wanted to get with
Who never gave me no play, because I rollin'
She said I was too and that a brother from the ghetto
Couldn't her nothin' but hard times and trouble

But bein' I was young and
And just bout the putang, had me sprung
I used to play late at night goin' over her house, drinkin 40s
Standin' on the porch singin' oldies

And though her father used to run me away
I used to creep around the side and hit the back
Tappin' on her window, givin' her the serenade
And it went way

You've got somethin' that keeps my head in a
You've got somethin' that makes me give in
got somethin' that turns my head all around
You've got that takes me all down

I to ask her all the time, "Yo, why do you play me?"
It shouldn't that I didn't drive a Mercedes
She said that I was probably only good for babies
And my physical appearance makes me crazy

She said that, "You look you bang, or maybe even slang
And if you be with me, you gotta rearrange"
But I wasn't 'bout to get a flattop or go in a
And back in a new BMW

She said her parents wouldn't approve of the way I looked, see
And plus you got to give me
You wanna get laid? You gotta me paid
That's when she lost me, man, 'cause I payin' for the ying-yang

And though I'm feelin' bad
I feel like this, I can't miss I never had
So I gave it a last and right before I walked away
I hit her the ghetto serenade

You've got somethin' keeps my head in a spin
You've got somethin' that makes me give in
You've got somethin' turns my head all around
You've got somethin' takes me all down

A few years later, now my dues are up
I got a record out, now I'm in big bucks
Flyin' all around the world, meetin' many
Everywhere that I go and makin' rap

And signin' autographs the day
I looked up and who was comin' my way?
The same old who never gave me no rhythm
But this time in the middle of five children

She done got fat, and now lookin' like the cookie monster to me
Walkin' with the saggy booty
And runnin' that drag about how I done matured so
And why I haven't kept in

I laughin' in her face, 'cause to me it was funny
Now she wanted me for my
So I turned my to her and I walked away
Leavin' her singin' the ghetto
And here's she had to say

You've got somethin' that keeps my in a spin
You've got somethin' that makes me wanna in
got somethin' that turns my head all around
You've got somethin' that me all down

Hey Dub, man, what's up,
You done got braids off your head
Got rid of khaki pants
Man, you sure matured, man

How about gettin' your number?
What's up with that,
Just I wasn't givin' you no rhythm
That wasn't my fault, man, so good, man