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

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

(Verse 1: Common)
Black magic in the hood, its but understood
addicts, crack windows, crack wood
Even whats bad becomes good, becomes stood
Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto
Federal buildings, pissy hallways
children pushing children
Fiends lips peeling, shit seems and
real is the estate of mind that we're in
The situation feels
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 ones do

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If lyrics sold then truth be
I'll probably be just as and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I 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 the hip hop we be producing yea
It's the gear, the flare, it's the stare
Nowadays shot you where they used 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 I'm talking about
New York to the South,
take off shoes when you walk 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
Buildings too big so you really see the stars 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 the part of ourselves
that make us want to ourselves
It ain't harder to tell somebody
stick you up and put the to you
They want them dead presidents Stickman 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 and mercy
I told him say a prayer under his breath, he me
Niggaz is thirsty, I heard a drought
Up early, from their grandmother's house
the ghetto feels desolate,
yo the of the hood yo is desperate
Effected by the deficit, times and get hard
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 shorties in the court, need yea
I tell why the weed seeds popping,
in the game you options
No for feet watching,
me and kwe rocking for the ghetto

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