Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got
They got access to any kind of weapon they want 24 hours
We got over 50,000 gangbangers out
Violent j ghetto hard street shit
You know it's potent the funky-ass beat hit
Rolling the dice and we's point
Icp out of southwest
Running with a of 20 street hoods
Hookers on my back 'cause I'm selling them goods
Looking through the alleyway
They can't catch crazy-ass psychopath j
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this
Now I'm in the back of car 49
Yes, grippin that metal
put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto
I look at all and it makes me sick
I wanna grab them motherfuckers em swallow a brick
So I grab anybody I can
Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn sign
Flex one of us and I'm a you
Bullet rips through chest and hits the bitch behind you
Killed two birds one stone
laying in the street with a bullet in your dome
And to those listening down south
shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
And keep stringing on banjo
'cause we like that shit we're we come from, bro
Now the icp stands alone in the southwest zone
Ah, for christ's
Ah, you don't talk about that here
That's for the where you come from
This is the good of town
We let you deal that type of bullshit
problems don't concern us
Go home now, go on
Southwest is condemned one's home
The cops don't know what to do
Jump steady, boy, and the psr
got my back, o.g., you won't make it far
I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to
Where can you keep a gat wearing and a t-shirt?
Now I'm roaming like a true ghetto
Fiends on the sac 'cause I'm that crack
I know you aloud what j said
When I told you that I sold to that bitch, basehead
Know you can't argue the truth
If I hit you in your mouth, you're gonna out a tooth
And I at a motherfucking cop
Sittin' his fat ass in a donut shop
At the party where the icp take face
throws the handcuffs all over the place
"we're to protect and protect we do"
Then I ask who the fuck protects us you
Cops are beatin on someone
a mute in the back, he told him not to run
And the motherfucking black panthers it
That's why cops now are catching a bullet
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, end the chase
When jump steady his gauge in your motherfuckin face
Mind your own in the southwest zone
Hey, yo, g, who the fuck do you think you are,
You know who you're fucking with the ic p, g
Why don't you all step the fuck up you get shot, boy
Keep running lips, see what happens motherfuckers
Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now what's up that shit
Come to del ray and by in shit
The cops just don't know to do
are my homeboys, vato
See, are right here is all we have, man
I love them and love me back, man
Well I I'm a bad guy
I cuss a lot I say "fuck" a lot
And I rap to you how I'm feeling
When I'm in the old sit and we reeling
Through del ray, it hell ray
where icp stay, yo g
And the forces that always shit get beat
And if I'm out numbered I gauge in the backseat
'cause if I I am mack dead
In the trunk of my car I got weapons I'd a had
A thousand motherfucker in the back the car saw
fat ass make the whole damn muffler drag
Rappin to a heidi
I the bitch I ain't never even seen a mazaratti
sell out to a freak, fuck no
That why I'll ya I'll never end up in a box for a ho
When the check comes I it
And the bitch is gonna ask me to pay for it
I give the ho an 12-pack
Take your ass to the and bring some faygo back
all I pay for bitch now get the fuck on ho
Stick around I got something you can on ho
Violent j be ganked
By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, sewer skank
You handle your own
In the ghetto zone
Icp
And to all the sets running in detroit
luck and stay strong
Latin
guns
Cfp

To the
And dt
Icp
They got uzis, got shotguns
They got