Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

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

There was this girlie that I wanted to get
Who never gave me no play, because I wasn't
She said I was too and that a brother from the ghetto
give 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 even her father used to run me away
I used to around the side and hit the back gate
on her window, givin' her the ghetto serenade
And it this way

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

I to ask her all the time, "Yo, why do you play me?"
It shouldn't matter that I didn't a Mercedes
She said that I was probably only good for babies
And my physical 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 'bout to get a or go in a suit
And back in a new BMW

She said her parents wouldn't of the way that I looked, see
And plus you got nothin' to me
You get laid? You gotta 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 this, I can't miss what I never had
So I it a last shot and right before I walked away
I hit her with the ghetto

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

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

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

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

I started laughin' in her face, 'cause to me it was
Now she me for my money
So I turned my back to her and I walked
her singin' the ghetto serenade
And here's she had to say

got somethin' 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 takes me all

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

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