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

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

(Verse 1: Common)
magic in the hood, its tragic but understood
Crack addicts, crack windows, wood
whats bad becomes good, status becomes stood
Upon the welcome to the ghetto show
Federal buildings, hallways filled
children pushing children
Fiends peeling, shit seems real and
What's real is the estate of that we're in
The situation great
My man peels weight, so he can plates
You might get love but you still feel
Through and chain plates, we
Chicago to nigga real ones do relate

(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
Next best thing I do a record with common
Cause its the music, its blues, its jazz, its
Soul, and roll the hip hop we be producing yea
It's the gear, it's the flare, the stare
Nowadays they'll shot you where they used to the fair
the lost soldiers, pour 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 when you 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 prison you see them a lot
I the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart
And always keep my ears to the block till I depart
Hip hop is the art
We have to express the of ourselves
that us want to martyr ourselves
It ain't 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, these don't run anymore
is a hundred or more

(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 it's a drought
Up early, serving their grandmother's house
Sometime the ghetto desolate,
yo the eyes of the hood yo is
Effected by the deficit, times and lessons get
get by or get god, but but you try to get by
It's the block keep blocking
You try to make moves, its the car just keep stopping
We in the court, need cochran yea
I tell them why the weed popping,
in the game you options
No for feet watching,
me and kwe keep for the ghetto

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