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

(Hook: Hamilton)
Whatever in heart is where you want to be
My hood is the
Even when you
Its never you see
My is the ghetto
been down before up is just a reach
Cause my is the ghetto
a second wind
Then begin
My hood is the

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

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If lyrics then truth be told
I'll probably be just as 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, rock and roll the hip hop we be yea
It's the gear, it's the flare, the stare
Nowadays they'll you where they used to shoot the fair
the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the
I you know what I'm talking about
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 paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the
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 spirit in the dark and it in my heart
And keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart
Hip hop is the art
We have to the part of ourselves
make us want to martyr ourselves
It ain't harder to when somebody
you up and put the hammer to you
They want them dead presidents like Stickman and
With a gun to your jaw, these 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 prayer under his breath, he me
is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
Up early, serving their grandmother's house
Sometime the ghetto 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 block keep
You try to make moves, its like the car just keep
We shorties in the court, need yea
I them why the weed seeds popping,
in the game you need
No time for watching,
me and kwe rocking for the ghetto

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