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

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to
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, the mic with the Gods

Whatever's in your heart is where you 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 hood is the

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

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

My man peels weight, so we can fill
You might get love but you still hate
Through and chain plates, we
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 record common sense

'Cause the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, rock and roll, the hip hop that we yea
the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare
Nowadays they'll shoot you 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
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 never you see
My is the ghetto

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

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

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

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

A man in of the store, beggin' for money and mercy
I him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me
is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
Up early, servin' from their 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 like the car just keep
We shorties in the court, Cochran, yea
I tell them why the weed seeds poppin', in the game you options
No time for watchin', me and Kwe keep rockin' for the ghetto

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

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

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

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

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