Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show

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

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

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

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

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

Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushin'
Fiends peelin', shit seems real and
What's real is the estate of mind that in
The situation great

My man peels weight, so we can fill
You might get but you still feel hate
and chain plates, we communicate
Chicago to Brooklyn, niggas real ones do

If lyrics sold truth be told
I'll be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do a with common sense

'Cause it's the music, the blues, the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea
the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare
Nowadays they'll shoot you where 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 know what I'm talkin' about, from New York to the
off your shoes when you walk in the house

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

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

Yo, I grew up where they're skele in the parkin' lot
And paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you don't really see the a lot
But rappin', drinkin', and goin' to prison you see bars a lot

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

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

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

Sometimes the 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 keep blockin'

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

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

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

Whatever's in your is where you wanna be
My is the ghetto
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, then again
My is the ghetto

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