Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

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

There was this girlie that I wanted to get
Who never gave me no play, I wasn't rollin'
She said I was too ghetto and a brother from the ghetto
Couldn't her nothin' 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 goin' over her house, drinkin 40s
on the front porch singin' oldies

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

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

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

She her parents wouldn't 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 she lost me, man, 'cause I ain't payin' for the ying-yang

And though I'm feelin' 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 the ghetto serenade

You've got somethin' that 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 that takes me all down

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

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

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

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

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

Hey Dub, man, what's up,
You done got these braids off your
Got rid of those pants
Man, you have matured, man

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