Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show - Anthony Hamilton

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic the gods (come on)
Precious metals round our necks and (yea)
We tear it up y'all, the mic with the gods
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 your is where you want to be
My is the ghetto
Even when you
Its never you see
My is the ghetto
I've been down before up is a reach
Cause my hood is the
Catch a second
Then begin
My is the ghetto

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

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If lyrics sold then be told
probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I wanna like common sense
Next best thing I do a with common sense
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its
Soul, and roll the hip hop we be producing yea
the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare
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 know what I'm talking
From New to the South,
take off your shoes when you in the house

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kweli)
Yo
I grew up where they're 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 prison you see them 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 of ourselves
that make us want to ourselves
It harder to tell when somebody
you up and put the hammer to you
They want them presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or

(Verse 4: Common)
A man in front of the store, for money and mercy
I him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me
Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it's a
Up early, serving from grandmother's house
Sometime the feels desolate,
yo the eyes of the hood yo is
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 shorties in the court, cochran yea
I them why the weed seeds popping,
in the game you need
No for feet watching,
me and kwe keep for the ghetto

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