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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and as Jay-Z
I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best I do a record with 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 where they used to the fair

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

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

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

Yo, I grew up where they're skele 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 to prison you see them bars a lot

I feel the spirit in the and hear it in my heart
And keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart
Hip hop is really the art, we to express 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 them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, these don't run anymore
is a hundred or more

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

Sometimes the ghetto desolate
The eyes of the hood, yo, is desperate, effected by the
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 moves, it's 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 for feet watchin', me and Kwe keep rockin' for the ghetto

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

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

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 for the universe and the world, yea
For me personally I feel like, you I see
I from city to city, state to state
Heavy rock gold and out, the hood
You know I'm sayin' it's like the show