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 necks and (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic the gods
to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, 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 your heart is where you to be
My is the ghetto
Even you look
Its what you see
My is the ghetto
been down before up is just a reach
Cause my is the ghetto
Catch a second
Then again
My is the ghetto

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

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If sold then truth be told
probably be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I wanna like common sense
best thing I do a record with common sense
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its
Soul, and roll the hip hop we be producing yea
It's the gear, the flare, it's the stare
Nowadays they'll shot you where they to shoot the fair
Remember the lost soldiers, a beer, shoot the air
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the
I know you know what I'm talking
From New to the South,
off your shoes when you walk in the house

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Kweli)
Yo
I grew up where playing 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 prison you see bars a lot
I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my
And always keep my ears to the block 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 when
you up and put the hammer to you
They want them dead presidents 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, begging for money and
I him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me
Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it's a
Up early, serving from their grandmother's
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 the block keep blocking
You try to moves, its like the car just keep stopping
We shorties in the court, need yea
I tell them why the weed popping,
in the you need options
No time for watching,
me and kwe keep for the ghetto

Hook 2