Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

Back in the days when I was tryin' to up in the rap game
like 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

There was this girlie I wanted to get with
Who gave me no play, because I wasn't rollin'
She said I was too ghetto and that a brother the ghetto
Couldn't give her but hard times and trouble

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

And even her father used to run me away
I used to around the side and hit the back gate
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 that makes me wanna give in
You've got somethin' that my head all around
You've got somethin' that takes me all

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

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

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

And even though I'm bad
I like this, I can't miss what I never had
So I gave it a 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
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 rollin' in big
Flyin' all around the world, meetin' girls
Everywhere that I go and makin' rap

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

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

I started laughin' in her face, to me it was funny
Now she me for my money
So I turned my back to her and I away
her singin' 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 makes me give in
You've got somethin' that my head all around
You've got somethin' that takes me all

Hey Dub, man, up, man?
You done got these braids off your
Got rid of those khaki
Man, you sure matured, man

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