Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Victory

Some folks say lucky me, I leave to the charmes

Car alarmes, gun heard by my moms
Had to be Elohim in the midst of the
Made it out the fire, now we spittin them flames
Will I remain, Yes Sir, seein' the
Dirty seein' heat baby, rippin your frame
Black shoes, black attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a jack
yeah, by the way dog like bag
Dope house like grocery stores, boy two
Gettin' high, thugs die in M-I, Ft. Liquordale, folks look at
Killas them die
I taste death, hey was the recipe
Couple bullet 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 need to whitness be to come thru in the 'Lacs
Under attack, like America Iraq
Done forgot the boys equiped, 44's in backpack

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

by project chillin', project livin'
Jesus needed bad, ''cause all die chillin'
up for no simple reason
Thugs seperate from God, all of treason
Some don't make it out breathin'
I did, ''cause I chose to live,
I thru, Wodie, just like you
Almost caught two, like Pac two
By the grace of God, had me in the hood
Unseen bodyguards stop the when they could
They pulled me over a nautica sweater
better, so keep peepin out the letter
Black jetta, cats black berettas
Homicide mission, we all die over
Boy please, greedy on the streets
Tryin to eat up all the cheese like a of Granny's
It's so amazin' no time for me hatin'
Jesus knew what he done, sendin me to the
Makin' soldiers, I whitness thugs the cola
Picked up the Cross, now boys top rollers

Them sucker try to hit me, clip empty
Run for to the G-O-D
Said retaliate back, James 380
Southern style boy, get
Trigger finger itchey, ready to blast
Quarterback when them hut, slangin 'em fast
folks me I was nothin', 8 ouncer per dumper
Tryin to hit the highway, slangin coke and water
Almost was a gonner, dread stuck me with the stunner
Jesus please, I got away, I start
Lord, I'm comin', I'm it up
Promise no more dank, bein Pookie and
It's no laughin matter, you spend your life forever
If Hell's your destination, climb back up the ladder
West Coast get ghetto victory, East Coasts get victory
Up get ghetto victory, Down South thats where you can find me
to to my fo'folk