Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

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

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

But I was young and dumb
And just bout the putang, had me sprung
I used to play myself 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 this way

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

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

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

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

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

got somethin' 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

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

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

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

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 away
Leavin' her singin' the serenade
And here's she had to say

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

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

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