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 round our and arms
We tear it up y'all, the mic with the Gods

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

Whatever's in your heart is where you 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
a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the

Black magic in the hood, it's but understood
Crack addicts, 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', seems real and
What's real is the estate of that we're in
The situation great

My man peels weight, so we can 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 best thing I do a record common sense

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

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

Whatever's in your heart is you wanna 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 hood is the
Catch a second wind, then again
My is the ghetto

Yo, I grew up where they're playin' in the parkin' lot
And paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you don't 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 till I dearly depart
Hip hop is really the art, we have to express the of ourselves
That make us want to ourselves

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

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

Sometimes the ghetto 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, like the block keep blockin'

You try to make moves, it's like the car 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 rockin' for the

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

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

in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the
Even when you look, never what you see
My hood is the

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, it's 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 city to city, state to state
Heavy rock gold and out, the hood
You know I'm sayin' it's like the show