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 and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic the Gods

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

in your 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 is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin
My hood is the

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

Federal buildings, pissy hallways with children pushin' children
Fiends lips peelin', 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 get love but you still feel hate
and chain plates, we communicate
Chicago to Brooklyn, real ones do relate

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

'Cause it's the music, the blues, 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 they used to shoot the fair

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

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
'Cause my is the ghetto
a second wind, then begin again
My is the ghetto

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

I the spirit 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 the part of ourselves
That make us want to martyr

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

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

the ghetto feels desolate
The eyes of the hood, yo, is desperate, by the deficit
and lessons 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 keep stoppin'
We shorties in the court, Cochran, yea
I them why the weed seeds poppin', in the game you need options
No time for feet watchin', me and Kwe keep rockin' for the

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 again
My is the ghetto

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

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

It's the, it's like the world is ghettos, ghettos 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 check out, the
You know I'm sayin' it's the ghetto show