Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

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

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

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

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

got somethin' that keeps my head in a spin
You've got somethin' that makes me wanna in
got somethin' that turns my head all around
You've got somethin' 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 I was probably only good for makin' babies
And my physical appearance me look crazy

She said that, "You look like you bang, or maybe slang
And if you wanna be with me, you rearrange"
But I 'bout to get a flattop or go in a suit
And come in a new BMW

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

And though I'm feelin' bad
I feel like this, I can't miss what I had
So I gave it a last shot and right before I away
I hit her with the ghetto

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 takes me all

A few later, now my dues are paid up
I got a record out, now I'm rollin' in big
Flyin' all around the world, many girls
Everywhere that I go and rap videos

And signin' the other day
I looked up and guess who was comin' my
The old girl who never gave me no rhythm
But this standin' in the middle of five children

She got fat, and now she's lookin' like the cookie monster to me
Walkin' around with the booty
And runnin' drag about how I done matured so much
And why I kept in touch?

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

You've got that keeps my head in a spin
You've got somethin' makes me wanna give in
You've got that turns my head all around
You've got somethin' takes 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 your telephone number?
What's up that, man?
Just 'cause I givin' you no rhythm
wasn't my fault, man, lookin' so good, man