Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Victory

Some folks say lucky me, I leave that to the

Car alarmes, gun fire heard by my
Had to be Elohim in the midst of the
Made it out the fire, Wodie now we them flames
I remain, Yes Sir, seein' the change
Dirty seein' heat baby, rippin your frame
Black shoes, black attire, black tool, no face mask, make a jack move
yeah, by the way dog bag food
Dope house grocery 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 life Any Given Sunday
God for your life, we all die one day
Ghetto victory is what I'm tellin' you
The to whitness better be to come thru in the 'Lacs
Under attack, like America Iraq
Done forgot the boys equiped, in they 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' bone tunes, playa gettin them saved

Surounded by project chillin', project
Jesus needed bad, ''cause all die chillin'
Blasted up for no reason
Thugs 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
caught two, Shorty like Pac two
By the of God, had me covered in the hood
Unseen bodyguards the murder when they could
pulled me over like a nautica sweater
Things better, so peepin out the letter
Black jetta, cats bust berettas
mission, we all die over chedder
Boy please, killas greedy on the
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 boys top rollers

Them demons 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 them suckers hut, slangin 'em
told me I was nothin', 8 ouncer per dumper
Tryin to hit the highway, slangin and some water
was a gonner, When 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, Pookie and stuff
It's no laughin matter, where you your life 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