Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Victory

Some folks say lucky me, I leave that to the

Car alarmes, gun fire by my moms
Had to be Elohim in the midst of the
it out the fire, Wodie now we spittin them flames
Will I remain, Yes Sir, the change
Dirty South heat baby, rippin your frame
Black shoes, black attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a move
yeah, by the way dog like bag
Dope house like stores, sell boy two
Gettin' high, thugs die in M-I, Ft. Liquordale, folks look at
Killas them die
I death, hey what was the recipe
Couple inch heart, doggs barkin' at me
Runnin' for my like Any Given Sunday
God for your life, we all die one day
Ghetto victory is what I'm you cats
The to whitness better be to come thru in the 'Lacs
Under attack, like bombed Iraq
Done the boys equiped, 44's in they backpack

Ghetto victory, boy we it
Made it out the fire, now we be faded
Ghetto (2X)
We keys, killa not Y-A
Slangin' keys bone tunes, gettin them saved

Surounded by project chillin', project
Jesus needed bad, ''cause we'd all die
Blasted up for no reason
seperate from God, all because of treason
Some don't make it out breathin'
I did, ''cause I chose to live,
I been thru, Wodie, like you
Almost caught two, Shorty Pac two
By the grace of God, had me covered in the
Unseen bodyguards stop the murder when they
pulled me over like a nautica sweater
Things better, so keep peepin out the
Black jetta, cats bust berettas
Homicide mission, we all die over
Boy please, greedy on the streets
to eat up all the cheese like a bunch of Granny's
It's so ain't no time for me hatin'
knew what he done, sendin me to the nation
Makin' soldiers, I thugs drop the cola
Picked up the Cross, now boys top rollers

Them sucker try to hit me, clip empty
Run for cover to the
Said back, King James 380
Southern boy, get jiggy
Trigger finger itchey, what ready to
Quarterback when them suckers hut, slangin 'em
folks told me I was nothin', 8 per dumper
Tryin to hit the highway, coke and some water
Almost was a gonner, When dread stuck me the stunner
Jesus please, I got away, I runnin'
Lord, I'm comin', I'm it up
Promise no more dank, bein Pookie and
It's no laughin matter, where you spend your life
If Hell's your destination, climb back up the ladder
West Coast get ghetto victory, East get ghetto victory
Up North get ghetto victory, Down South where you can find me
to to my fo'folk