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

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

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

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If lyrics sold then be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as
Truthfully I rhyme like common sense
Next best I do a record 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, it's the flare, it's the
Nowadays they'll shot you where they used to shoot the
Remember the soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
We got our own elected officials, no who the mayor
I know you what I'm talking about
From New to the South,
take off your when you walk in the house

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kweli)
Yo
I grew up where they're playing skele in the lot
And paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
too big so you don't really see the stars 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 keep my to the block till I dearly depart
Hip hop is the art
We have to express the part of
that make us want to martyr
It ain't to tell when somebody
you up and put the hammer to you
They them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run
is a hundred or more

(Verse 4: Common)
A man in of the store, begging for money and mercy
I told him say a prayer his breath, he cursed me
Niggaz is thirsty, I heard a drought
Up early, serving from their grandmother's
Sometime the ghetto desolate,
yo the eyes of the hood yo is
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 them why the weed seeds popping,
in the game you options
No time for watching,
me and kwe rocking for the ghetto

Hook 2