Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Victory

Some say lucky me, I leave that to the charmes

Car alarmes, gun fire by my moms
Had to be in the midst of the game
Made it out the fire, Wodie now we spittin flames
Will I remain, Yes Sir, seein' the
Dirty South seein' heat baby, your frame
Black shoes, attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a jack move
yeah, by the way dog like bag
Dope house like stores, sell boy two
Gettin' high, thugs die in M-I, Ft. Liquordale, look at there
Killas them die
I taste death, hey was the recipe
Couple inch bullet heart, barkin' at me
Runnin' for my like Any Given Sunday
God for your life, we all die one day
Ghetto victory is I'm tellin' you cats
The need to better 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 keys, killa not Y-A
Slangin' keys bone tunes, gettin them saved

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

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