Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

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

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

But bein' I was and dumb
And just thinkin' the putang, had me sprung
I used to myself late at night goin' over her house, drinkin 40s
Standin' on the front porch oldies

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

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

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

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

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

And even I'm feelin' bad
I feel like this, I can't what I never had
So I it a last shot and right before I walked away
I hit her with the ghetto

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

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

And signin' the other day
I looked up and guess who was comin' my
The same old girl who gave me no rhythm
But this standin' in the middle of five children

She done got fat, and now she's lookin' like the cookie to me
Walkin' around with the saggy
And runnin' that drag how I done matured so much
And why I haven't in touch?

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 the ghetto serenade
And here's she had to say

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

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

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