Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show

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

to ghetto, backyard 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, the mic with the Gods

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

been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the
Catch a second wind, then begin
My hood is the

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my is the ghetto
a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the

Yo, I grew up where they're playin' skele in the 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 always my ears to the block till I dearly depart
Hip hop is really the art, we have to the part of ourselves
make 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
With a gun to your jaw, kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a or more

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

Sometimes the ghetto feels
The of the hood, yo, is desperate, effected 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 make moves, it's like the car just keep
We shorties in the court, Cochran, yea
I tell them why the weed poppin', in the game you need options
No time for watchin', me and Kwe keep rockin' for 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

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

been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the
a second wind, then begin again
My is the ghetto

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