Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show - Anthony Hamilton

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

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

(Verse 1: Common)
magic in the hood, its tragic but understood
Crack addicts, crack windows, wood
Even whats bad becomes good, becomes stood
Upon the welcome to the ghetto show
buildings, pissy hallways filled
with children pushing
Fiends lips peeling, seems real and
What's is the estate of mind that we're in
The situation feels
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 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 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, it's the flare, it's the
Nowadays they'll you where they used to shoot the fair
Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, the air
We got our own officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you what I'm talking about
From New to the South,
take off shoes when you walk in the house

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kweli)
Yo
I grew up where they're playing in the parking lot
And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the
Buildings too big so you really see the stars a lot
But rapping, drinking, and
to you see them bars a lot
I the spirit 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 to martyr ourselves
It ain't harder to tell somebody
stick you up and put the to you
They want them dead presidents like Stickman and
With a gun to your jaw, these kids run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or

(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
is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
Up early, serving from grandmother's house
the ghetto feels desolate,
yo the eyes of the 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 keep stopping
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 rocking for the

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