Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Victory

Some folks say lucky me, I that to the charmes

Car alarmes, gun heard 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
South 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 grocery stores, sell boy two
Gettin' high, thugs die in M-I, Ft. Liquordale, folks look at
Killas them die
I taste death, hey was the recipe
inch 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 better be to come thru in the
Under attack, like America bombed
Done forgot the boys equiped, 44's in they

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

Surounded by project chillin', livin'
needed bad, ''cause we'd all die chillin'
Blasted up for no reason
Thugs seperate from God, all because of
cat's don't make it out breathin'
I did, I chose to live, Dunn
I been thru, Wodie, just you
Almost caught two, Shorty Pac two
By the grace of God, had me covered in the
Unseen bodyguards stop the when they could
They pulled me over a nautica sweater
Things better, so peepin out the letter
Black jetta, cats black 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 drop the cola
Picked up the Cross, now them boys top

Them sucker demons try to hit me, clip
Run for to the G-O-D
Said retaliate back, James 380
style boy, get jiggy
Trigger itchey, what ready to blast
Quarterback when them suckers hut, slangin 'em
folks 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 start
Lord, I'm comin', I'm it up
Promise no more dank, bein Pookie and
It's no laughin matter, where you spend life forever
If Hell's your destination, better back up the ladder
West Coast get ghetto victory, East Coasts get victory
Up North get ghetto victory, Down South thats you can find me
Sing to to my