Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show - Anthony Hamilton

Ghetto to ghetto, to yard
We it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on)
Precious metals our necks and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, the mic with the gods
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to
We tear it up y'all, the mic with the gods (come on)
Precious metals round our and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the

(Hook: Hamilton)
Whatever in your heart is you want to be
My is the ghetto
Even you look
Its never you see
My is the ghetto
I've been down before up is a reach
Cause my hood is the
Catch a wind
begin again
My hood is the

(Verse 1: Common)
Black magic in the hood, its but understood
addicts, crack windows, crack wood
Even bad becomes good, status becomes stood
Upon the pedestal welcome to the show
Federal buildings, pissy filled
with pushing children
Fiends lips peeling, seems real and
What's real is the of mind that we're in
The situation feels
My man weight, so he can fill plates
You might get but you still feel hate
Through and plates, we communicate
Chicago to brooklyn nigga real ones do

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If lyrics sold then be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like sense
Next best thing I do a record with sense
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its
Soul, rock and the hip hop we be producing yea
It's the gear, it's the flare, the stare
Nowadays they'll shot you where they used to the fair
the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the
I know you know what I'm talking
New York to the South,
take off your shoes when you in the house

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kweli)
Yo
I grew up where they're skele in the parking lot
And sell of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
too big so you don't really see the stars a lot
But rapping, drinking, and
to you see them bars a lot
I feel the spirit in the dark and 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 of ourselves
that make us want to martyr
It ain't to tell when somebody
you up and put the hammer to you
They want them dead like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run
Kicks is a or more

(Verse 4: Common)
A man in front of the store, 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, from their grandmother's house
the ghetto feels desolate,
yo the eyes of the hood yo is
Effected by the deficit, and lessons get hard
get by or get god, but but you try to get by
It's like the keep blocking
You try to make moves, its like the car just keep
We shorties in the court, need yea
I them why the weed seeds popping,
in the you need options
No for feet watching,
me and kwe rocking for the ghetto

Hook 2