Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to
We it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on
Precious metals our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic the Gods

Ghetto to ghetto, to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, on
Precious metals round our and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the

Whatever's in your heart is you wanna be
My hood is the
Even when you look, it's never you see
My hood is the

I've down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the
Catch a second wind, begin again
My hood is the

Black magic in the hood, it's but understood
Crack addicts, crack windows, wood
Even what's bad becomes good, status becomes
the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show

Federal buildings, pissy filled with children pushin' children
Fiends lips peelin', seems real and
What's is the estate of mind that we're in
The situation feels

My man weight, so we can fill plates
You might get love but you still hate
Through and chain plates, we
Chicago to Brooklyn, real ones do relate

If lyrics sold then be told
I'll probably be just as and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme common sense
Next best thing I do a record common sense

'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, acoustics
Soul, and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea
It's the gear, it's the flare, the stare
Nowadays shoot you where they used to shoot the fair

the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
We got our own elected officials, no who the mayor
I know you what I'm talkin' about, from New York to the South
off your shoes when you walk in the house

Whatever's in heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the
Even when you look, it's what you see
My is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a
'Cause my is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, begin again
My hood is the

Yo, I grew up where they're skele in the parkin' lot
And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the
Buildings too big so you really see the stars a lot
But rappin', drinkin', and goin' to prison you see them a lot

I feel the spirit in the and hear it in my heart
And always keep my ears to the block I dearly depart
Hip hop is really the art, we have to express the of ourselves
make us want to martyr ourselves

It harder to tell when somebody stick you up
And put the to you
They want them dead presidents like Stickman and
With a gun to jaw, these kids don't run anymore
is a hundred or more

A man in front of the store, beggin' for money and
I told him say a prayer under his breath, he me
is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
Up early, servin' from grandmother's house

the ghetto feels desolate
The eyes of the hood, yo, is desperate, by the deficit
Times and get hard, either get by or get God
But you try to get by, it's like the block keep

You try to make moves, it's the car just keep stoppin'
We in the court, need Cochran, yea
I tell them why the weed poppin', in the game you need options
No time for feet watchin', me and Kwe keep for the ghetto

Whatever's in your heart is you wanna be
My is the ghetto
Even you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the

I've been down before, up is a reach
'Cause my is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin
My is the ghetto

Whatever's in your heart is where you be
My hood is the
Even when you look, it's never you see
My hood is the

I've been down before, up is just a
my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then again
My is the ghetto

It's the, it's like the world is ghettos, ghettos 'round the
Be for the universe and the world, yea
For me I feel like, you know I see
I travel from to city, state to state
rock gold and check out, the hood
You know I'm it's like the ghetto show