Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, got explosives
They got access to any kind of weapon want within 24 hours
We got over 50,000 out there
Violent j serving hard street shit
You know it's potent when the beat hit
the dice and we's hittin' point
Icp out of southwest
Running with a of 20 street hoods
Hookers on my back 'cause I'm selling cheap goods
Looking through the motherfucking
They can't catch violent psychopath j
But I guess I wasn't so this time
Now I'm chillin in the of car 49
Yes, rhyme that metal
They put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the
I at all that and it makes me sick
I wanna them motherfuckers make em swallow a brick
So I anybody I can find
Beat a fiend in the head with a stop sign
Flex one of us and I'm a you
Bullet through your chest and hits the bitch behind you
two birds with one stone
You're laying in the street with a in your dome
And to those hillbillies listening south
Talk shit about the city my nuts in your wife's mouth
And stringing on your banjo
'cause we don't like shit we're we come from, bro
Now the icp stands alone in the southwest ghetto
Ah, for christ's
Ah, you don't talk about garbage here
That's for the hell-hole you come from
is the good part of town
We let you with that type of bullshit
Your problems don't us
Go home now, go on
Southwest is condemned one's home
The cops just know what to do
steady, rude boy, and the psr
They got my back, o.g., you make it far
I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to
Where can you keep a gat wearing skins and a
Now I'm like a true ghetto thug
Fiends on the sac 'cause I'm booming that
I you heard aloud what j said
I told you that I sold to that bitch, that basehead
Know you argue with the truth
If I hit you in mouth, you're gonna spit out a tooth
And I at a motherfucking cop
Sittin' with his fat ass in a shop
At the party where the icp shows take
throws the handcuffs all over the place
"we're here to and protect we do"
I ask who the fuck protects us from you
Cops are always beatin on
Shot a mute in the back, he him not to run
And the motherfucking black panthers it
That's why some now are catching a bullet
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 ghetto
Hey, yo, g, who the fuck do you think you are,
You know who you're fucking with the ic p, g
Why you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy
Keep running your lips, see happens motherfuckers
Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now up with that shit
Come to del ray and drive by in
The cops don't know what to do
These are my homeboys,
See, are home right is all we have, man
I love and they love me back, man
I guess I'm a bad guy
'cause I 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, call it ray
where icp stay, yo g
And the forces that always 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 weapons I'd a had
A thousand motherfucker in the make the car saw
Rodney's fat ass make the whole damn drag
Rappin to a heidi
I the bitch I ain't never even seen a mazaratti
Ever out to a freak, fuck no
That why I'll tell ya I'll end up in a box for a ho
the check comes I ignore it
And the bitch is gonna ask me to pay for it
I the ho an empty 12-pack
Take your ass to the store and bring faygo back
That's all I pay for now get the fuck on ho
Stick around I got you can suck on ho
Violent j won't be
By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded sewer
You handle your own
In the southwest ghetto
Icp
And to all the sets in southwest detroit
Good luck and stay
counts
Young
Cfp

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