Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show - Anthony Hamilton

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to
We tear it up y'all, the mic with the gods (come on)
metals round our necks and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the
Ghetto to ghetto, to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the (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 where you to be
My hood is the
when you look
Its never you see
My hood is the
I've been down before up is a reach
Cause my is the ghetto
Catch a wind
Then begin
My is the ghetto

(Verse 1: Common)
Black in the hood, its tragic but understood
Crack addicts, crack windows, wood
Even bad becomes good, status becomes stood
Upon the pedestal to the ghetto show
buildings, pissy hallways filled
with pushing children
Fiends lips peeling, shit seems and
What's real is the estate of mind we're in
The feels great
My man peels weight, so he can plates
You might get love but you still feel
and chain plates, we communicate
Chicago to brooklyn nigga ones do relate

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

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kweli)
Yo
I grew up where they're playing skele in the lot
And sell of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you really see the stars a lot
But rapping, drinking, and
to you see them bars a lot
I the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart
And always my ears to the block till I dearly depart
Hip hop is the art
We to express the part of ourselves
that make us want to martyr
It harder to tell when somebody
stick you up and put the to you
They want them dead presidents Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a or more

(Verse 4: Common)
A man in front of the store, begging for money and
I told him say a under his breath, he cursed me
is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
Up early, serving from their house
Sometime the ghetto desolate,
yo the eyes of the hood yo is
by the deficit, times 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 moves, its like the car just keep stopping
We in the court, need cochran yea
I tell them why the weed popping,
in the you need options
No time for watching,
me and kwe keep rocking for the

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