Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said that, "You like you bang, or maybe even slang
And if you wanna be 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 plus you got nothin' to 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 even though I'm bad
I feel like this, I miss what I never had
So I it a last shot and right before I walked away
I hit her with the serenade

You've got somethin' that my head in a spin
You've got somethin' makes me wanna give in
got somethin' that turns my head all around
You've got somethin' that 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' girls
Everywhere that I go and rap videos

And autographs the other day
I looked up and guess who was 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 she's lookin' like the monster to me
around with the saggy booty
And runnin' that drag 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 turned my 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' that me wanna give in
You've got somethin' that my head all around
You've got that takes me all down

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

How gettin' your telephone number?
What's up that, man?
Just 'cause I givin' you no rhythm
That my fault, man, lookin' so good, man