Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Victory

Some folks say lucky me, I leave to the charmes

Car alarmes, gun fire heard by my
Had to be Elohim in the of the game
Made it out the fire, Wodie now we 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 bag food
Dope like grocery 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 heart, doggs barkin' at me
Runnin' for my like Any Given Sunday
Thank God for life, we all die one day
Ghetto victory is I'm tellin' you cats
The need to whitness be to come thru in the 'Lacs
Under attack, like America bombed
Done forgot the boys equiped, in they backpack

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

by project chillin', project livin'
Jesus needed bad, we'd all die chillin'
Blasted up for no simple
Thugs seperate from God, all because of
Some cat's make it out breathin'
I did, I chose to live, Dunn
I been thru, Wodie, just you
Almost caught two, like Pac two
By the of God, had me covered in the hood
Unseen stop the murder when they could
They pulled me over like a nautica
Things better, so keep peepin out the
Black jetta, cats bust berettas
mission, we all die over chedder
Boy please, killas greedy on the
Tryin to eat up all the cheese like a bunch of
It's so amazin' ain't no for me hatin'
Jesus knew what he done, sendin me to the
Makin' soldiers, I whitness thugs drop the
up the Cross, now them boys top rollers

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