Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show

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

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

Whatever's in your heart is where you be
My is the ghetto
Even you look, it's never 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 begin
My is the ghetto

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

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

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

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

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

Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, 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
Take off your shoes when you walk in the

Whatever's in your is where you wanna be
My is the ghetto
when 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 again
My hood is the

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

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

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

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

Sometimes the feels desolate
The eyes of the hood, yo, is desperate, effected by the
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 make moves, like 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 where you 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 hood is the
Catch a second wind, then begin
My is the ghetto

Whatever's in heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the
when you look, it's never 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 is the ghetto

It's the, it's like the 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 from city to city, to state
rock gold and check out, the hood
You know I'm sayin' it's like the ghetto