Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show - Anthony Hamilton

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
to ghetto, backyard to yard
We it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on)
Precious round our necks and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic 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 is the ghetto
I've been before up is just 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
Crack addicts, crack windows, wood
whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood
Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto
Federal buildings, hallways filled
with children pushing
Fiends peeling, shit seems real and
What's real is the estate of mind that in
The situation great
My man weight, so he can fill plates
You get love but you still feel hate
and chain plates, we communicate
Chicago to brooklyn nigga ones do relate

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like sense
Next best thing I do a record common sense
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, the stare
they'll shot you where they used to shoot the fair
Remember the lost soldiers, a beer, shoot the air
We got our own officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talking
New York to the South,
take off your shoes 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 don't really see the a lot
But rapping, drinking, and
to you see them bars a lot
I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my
And always keep my ears to the 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 to tell when somebody
stick you up and put the to you
They want them dead presidents like and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a or more

(Verse 4: Common)
A man in front of the store, begging for money and
I told him say a under his breath, he cursed 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
by the deficit, times and lessons get hard
get by or get god, but but you try to get by
It's like the keep blocking
You try to make moves, its like the car just keep
We in the court, need cochran yea
I tell why the weed seeds popping,
in the game you need
No for feet watching,
me and kwe rocking for the ghetto

Hook 2