Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show

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, 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 tear it up y'all, the mic with the Gods

Whatever's in heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the
Even 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

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

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

My man peels weight, so we can plates
You get love but you still feel hate
Through and chain plates, we
Chicago to Brooklyn, niggas real do relate

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

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

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

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

I've been down before, up is a reach
'Cause my is the ghetto
a second wind, then begin again
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 really see the a lot
But rappin', drinkin', and goin' to prison you see bars a lot

I feel the in the dark 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 the part of ourselves
That us want to martyr ourselves

It ain't harder to tell when somebody you up
And put the to you
They want them dead 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, for money and mercy
I told him say a under his breath, he cursed me
is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
Up early, from their grandmother's house

Sometimes the 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, like the car just keep stoppin'
We shorties in the court, Cochran, yea
I tell 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 heart is you wanna be
My is the ghetto
when you look, it's never what you see
My is the ghetto

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

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

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

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