Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, got shotguns, they got explosives
They got access to any kind of weapon they within 24 hours
We got over 50,000 gangbangers out
Violent j serving hard street shit
You know it's potent when the beat hit
Rolling the and we's hittin' point
Icp out of southwest
with a gang of 20 street hoods
Hookers on my back I'm selling them cheap goods
through the motherfucking alleyway
They can't catch violent crazy-ass j
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this
Now I'm in the back of car 49
Yes, rhyme grippin metal
They put a man on the moon, but do shit for the ghetto
I look at all that and it me sick
I wanna grab them motherfuckers make em a brick
So I anybody I can find
Beat a fiend in the head a goddamn stop sign
Flex one of us and I'm a you
Bullet rips through your chest and hits the behind you
Killed two with one stone
You're laying in the street a bullet in your dome
And to those hillbillies listening south
Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's
And stringing on your banjo
'cause we don't like that shit we're we from, bro
Now the icp alone in the southwest ghetto zone
Ah, for christ's
Ah, you don't talk that garbage here
That's for the hell-hole you come from
This is the good part of
We let you deal with that type of
Your problems don't us
Go home now, go on
Southwest detroit is condemned home
The just don't know what to do
Jump steady, boy, and the psr
They got my back, o.g., you make it far
I got my nine at my gut and it's to hurt
can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?
Now I'm like a true ghetto thug
Fiends on the sac 'cause I'm that crack
I know you heard 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, 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 take face
Billy the handcuffs all over the place
"we're to protect and protect we do"
Then I ask who the protects us from you
are always beatin on someone
Shot a in the back, he told 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 jump steady his gauge in your motherfuckin face
Mind your own in the southwest ghetto
Hey, yo, g, who the fuck do you you are, man?
You know who you're fucking the ic motherfuckin p, g
Why don't you all step the fuck up you get shot, boy
Keep running your lips, see what happens
Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now what's up that shit
Come to del ray and drive by in
The cops just don't know to do
These are my homeboys,
See, are home right is all we have, man
I them and they love me back, man
Well I I'm a bad guy
'cause I a lot I say "fuck" a lot
And I rap to tell you how I'm
I'm in the old spot sit and we reeling
Through del ray, it hell ray
where icp stay, yo g
And the forces always talk shit get beat
And if I'm out numbered I gotta in the backseat
if I feel I am mack dead
In the trunk of my car I got I'd a never had
A thousand motherfucker in the back the car saw
Rodney's fat ass make the whole damn drag
Rappin to a heidi
I told the 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
the check comes I ignore it
And the bitch is ask me to fucking pay for it
I the ho an empty 12-pack
Take your ass to the and bring some faygo back
That's all I pay for bitch now get the on ho
Stick around I got something you can on ho
Violent j be ganked
By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded sewer
You handle your own
In the southwest zone
Icp
And to all the sets in southwest detroit
luck and stay strong
Latin
Young
Cfp

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