Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Thang

Hit the block truck slangin ice cream
A million records sold , thats why y'all p
Came up on times tryin to make ends
2 to my niggaz thats dead and in the pen
The wont change , they label me the dope man
I slang but the feds think it's cocaine
Tap my , these hoes wont leave me alone
Nigga gon legit , so stay off the dong
, thats why they hate me
A million man ghetto for master p
So fuck rap pages ( don't )
Yall didnt want to see a nigga it off the streets
Thats why you'll see p on mtv
Top 40 , but niggaz know me
Number 1 in every mom and pop and billboard store
So fuck y'all hatin hoes
Gimme a pen , a pad , and ill a hit
Show every nigga in the ghetto how to get
Cause y'all don't know what go on behind doors
White folks pimp niggaz hoes
But tru niggaz , say that
You owe me , it's time to meet the chrome gat
I got the drank , finna tomorrow I take a piss
And I my probs. want me to go back
An addicted to gangsta rhymes
Last year I a bullet but it wasnt mine
Time to go nigga on dead row , or I say I'm stuck in the ghetto

(2x) just a ghetto thang , a ghetto thang , you understand if you
Was
the ghetto man
(1x)its a ghetto , a ghetto thang , these niggaz got me caught up in
This ghetto

See I got no money up in my pocket
How the ima stop it
Ima get the and cock and plug you like a socket
See game get but y'all don't feel me
me to gets up out the game , get a job
I rob a nigga , I might kill yah
See up on the I rides deep on gold thangs
These be trippin up on my shit and they'll jack you like it ain't no

See I'm from the city where niggaz be and they stay faulty like wires
And I ain't a gangsta retire yet
On a bet , threw my cothes up on the and I sweat
Trust nobody cause these niggaz today will smoke you like a
Now bet , in peace to all homies that didnt make it
Took life for granted , an I panic while seeing niggaz with ski
We blast with ski masks and bust a cap into weak ass
Everyday and I stay hustlin like a pan handler
it if I took a chance to get dead like cancer
I not chance it
Slik , just nigga tryin to make it up out the ghetto

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Big ed:

Got a hold on me , fools wanna roll on me
Will I die or will God let me be
Fufill the prophecy reach my destiny avoid the plot
the ones that got popped
I got a son but she says that it isnt
Im 24 and birth I've served hard time
In this concrete jungle , a war , many of my peers die
made it back home
Self preservation is a for me
Duckin and bullets stone faces on the ones who pulled it
I promise my mama I wouldnt die she did
I got my right got my wife and then my kids
But everywhere I I see sadness
Imagine tryin to raise your babies in this madness

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