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)
Precious round our necks and arms (yea)
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)
Precious metals round our necks and (yea)
We tear it up y'all, the mic with the gods

(Hook: Hamilton)
Whatever in your is where you want to be
My is the ghetto
Even when you
Its never you see
My hood is the
I've been down up is just a reach
Cause my hood is the
a second wind
Then again
My hood is the

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

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If lyrics sold truth be told
I'll probably be just as and famous as jay-z
I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do a with common sense
its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics
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 where 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 know I'm talking about
From New to the South,
take off your shoes you walk in the house

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kweli)
Yo
I up where they're playing skele in the parking 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 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 depart
Hip hop is the art
We have to express the of ourselves
that make us to martyr ourselves
It ain't harder to tell when
stick you up and put the to you
They want them dead presidents like Stickman and
With a gun to your jaw, these don't run anymore
is a hundred or more

(Verse 4: Common)
A man in of the store, begging for money and mercy
I told him say a under his breath, he cursed me
Niggaz is thirsty, I it's a drought
Up early, serving from their grandmother's
the ghetto feels desolate,
yo the of the hood yo is desperate
Effected by the deficit, and lessons get hard
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 just keep
We shorties in the court, need yea
I tell why the weed seeds popping,
in the game you need
No time for watching,
me and kwe rocking for the ghetto

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