Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show - Anthony Hamilton

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to
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, bless the mic with the
to ghetto, backyard to yard
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, the mic with the gods

(Hook: Hamilton)
Whatever in heart is where you want to be
My hood is the
Even you look
Its never you see
My hood is the
I've been before up is just a reach
my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second
Then begin
My is the ghetto

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

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If lyrics sold truth 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 common
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, it's the
Nowadays they'll shot you where they to shoot the fair
the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot 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 shoes when you walk in the house

(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 prison you see bars a lot
I feel the 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 have to 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 them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, these kids run anymore
is a hundred or more

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

Hook 2