Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Victory

Some folks say lucky me, I leave to the charmes

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, seein' the
Dirty South seein' baby, rippin your frame
shoes, black attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a jack move
yeah, by the way dog like bag
house like grocery stores, sell boy two
Gettin' high, die in M-I, Ft. Liquordale, folks look at there
Killas them die
I death, hey what was the recipe
Couple bullet heart, doggs barkin' at me
Runnin' for my life like Any Sunday
Thank God for life, we all die one day
Ghetto is what I'm tellin' you cats
The need to whitness better be to thru in the 'Lacs
Under attack, America bombed Iraq
forgot 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 push keys, not Y-A
Slangin' keys tunes, playa gettin them saved

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

Them sucker try to hit me, clip empty
Run for to the G-O-D
Said retaliate back, King 380
Southern style boy, get
finger itchey, what ready to blast
Quarterback when suckers hut, slangin 'em fast
told me I was nothin', 8 ouncer per dumper
Tryin to hit the highway, slangin and some water
Almost was a gonner, When dread me with the stunner
Jesus please, I got away, I start
Lord, I'm comin', I'm it up
Promise no dank, bein Pookie and stuff
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 Coasts get ghetto
Up North get ghetto victory, South thats where you can find me
to to my fo'folk