Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show - Anthony Hamilton

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

(Hook: Hamilton)
Whatever in your heart is you want to be
My hood is the
Even when you
Its what you see
My hood is the
I've been before up is just a reach
my hood is the ghetto
Catch a wind
Then again
My is the ghetto

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

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If lyrics sold then be told
I'll be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I wanna like common sense
Next best thing I do a record with 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 they'll shot you they used to shoot the fair
Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, the air
We got our own elected officials, no who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking
New York to the South,
take off your shoes when you walk in the

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kweli)
Yo
I up where they're playing skele in the parking lot
And sell of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you don't really see the a lot
But rapping, drinking, and
to 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 the art
We have to express the of ourselves
make us want to martyr ourselves
It ain't harder to when somebody
you up and put the hammer to you
They want them dead presidents like and Mutulu
With a gun to jaw, these kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or

(Verse 4: Common)
A man in front of the store, begging for money and
I told him say a prayer under his breath, he me
Niggaz is thirsty, I it's a drought
Up early, serving from grandmother's house
Sometime the ghetto desolate,
yo the of the hood yo is desperate
Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get
get by or get god, but but you try to get by
It's like the block keep
You try to make moves, its like the car keep stopping
We in the court, need cochran yea
I tell them why the seeds popping,
in the game you options
No time for watching,
me and kwe keep rocking for the

Hook 2