Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, got explosives
They got to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours
We got over 50,000 out there
Violent j ghetto hard street shit
You it's potent when the funky-ass beat hit
Rolling the dice and hittin' point
Icp out of detroit
Running with a of 20 street hoods
on my back 'cause I'm selling them cheap goods
Looking through the alleyway
can't catch violent crazy-ass psychopath j
But I guess I wasn't so this time
Now I'm in the back of car 49
Yes, rhyme grippin metal
put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto
I look at all that and it me sick
I wanna grab them motherfuckers make em swallow a
So I grab I can find
Beat a fiend in the head with a stop sign
Flex one of us and I'm a you
Bullet rips through your chest and hits the behind you
two birds with one stone
You're laying in the with a bullet in your dome
And to hillbillies listening down south
Talk shit about the city with my nuts in wife's mouth
And keep on your banjo
'cause we don't like that shit we're we from, bro
Now the icp stands in the southwest ghetto zone
Ah, for sake
Ah, you don't about that garbage here
for the hell-hole where you come from
This is the good part of
We let you deal with that of bullshit
problems don't concern us
Go home now, go on
Southwest is condemned one's home
The cops just don't know 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 startin' to hurt
Where can you keep a gat skins and a t-shirt?
Now I'm roaming a true ghetto thug
Fiends on the sac 'cause I'm booming that
I know you heard aloud j said
When I told you that I to that bitch, that basehead
you can't argue with the truth
If I hit you in your mouth, you're gonna spit out a
And I at a motherfucking cop
with his fat ass in a donut shop
At the party where the icp shows take
Billy throws the handcuffs all the place
"we're to protect and protect we do"
Then I ask who the fuck us from you
are always beatin on someone
Shot a in the back, he told him not to run
And the motherfucking black know it
That's why some cops now are catching a
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, we'll end the
When steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face
Mind your own in the southwest zone
Hey, yo, g, who the do you think you are, man?
You know who you're with the ic motherfuckin p, g
Why don't you all step the up before 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 don't know what to do
These are my homeboys,
See, are home right is all we have, man
I love them and they me back, man
I guess I'm a bad guy
'cause I a lot I say "fuck" a lot
And I rap to tell you how I'm
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 talk shit get beat
And if I'm out I gotta gauge in the backseat
'cause if I feel I am mack
In the trunk of my car I got I'd a never had
A thousand motherfucker in the make the car saw
Rodney's fat ass the whole damn muffler drag
Rappin to a sac-chasing
I told the bitch I ain't never seen a mazaratti
Ever sell out to a freak, no
That why tell ya I'll never end up in a box for a ho
the check comes I ignore it
And the bitch is ask me to fucking pay for it
I give the ho an empty
your ass to the store and bring some faygo back
That's all I pay for bitch now get the on ho
Stick around I got you can suck on ho
Violent j won't be
By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded skank
You gotta handle own
In the southwest zone
Icp
And to all the sets running in detroit
Good and stay strong
counts
Young
Cfp

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