Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Show - Anthony Hamilton

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to
We tear it up y'all, the mic with the gods (come on)
Precious metals our necks and arms (yea)
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to
We it up y'all, bless the mic with the gods (come on)
Precious metals 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 hood is the
I've been down before up is just a
Cause my is the ghetto
Catch a wind
begin again
My is the ghetto

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

(Verse 2: Kweli)
If lyrics then truth be told
I'll be just as rich and famous as jay-z
Truthfully I wanna like common sense
Next best thing I do a with common sense
its the music, its blues, its jazz, its acoustics
Soul, rock and roll the hip hop we be yea
It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the
Nowadays they'll shot you where they used to shoot the
the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
We got our own elected officials, no who the mayor
I you know what I'm talking about
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 playing in the parking lot
And sell of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
too big so you don't 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 ears to the block till I depart
Hip hop is the art
We have to express the of ourselves
that make us to martyr ourselves
It ain't to tell when somebody
stick you up and put the to you
They want dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to jaw, these 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 told him say a under his breath, he cursed me
Niggaz is thirsty, I it's a drought
Up early, serving from grandmother's house
Sometime the ghetto desolate,
yo the of the hood yo is desperate
Effected by the deficit, and lessons get hard
get by or get god, but but you try to get by
It's like the block blocking
You try to moves, its like the car just keep stopping
We shorties in the court, cochran yea
I tell them why the seeds popping,
in the you need options
No for feet watching,
me and kwe keep for the ghetto

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