Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got
They got access to any of weapon they want within 24 hours
We got over 50,000 out there
j serving 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
on my back 'cause I'm selling them cheap goods
Looking through the alleyway
They can't catch violent crazy-ass j
But I guess I so crazy this time
Now I'm chillin in the of car 49
Yes, grippin that metal
They put a man on the moon, but can't do for the ghetto
I look at all that and it makes me
I wanna grab motherfuckers make em swallow a brick
So I anybody I can find
Beat a fiend in the head a goddamn stop sign
one of us and I'm a find you
Bullet rips through your chest and hits the behind you
Killed two birds with one
laying in the street with a bullet in your dome
And to those hillbillies listening south
shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
And stringing on your banjo
we don't like that shit we're we come 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 part of town
We let you with that type of bullshit
Your problems concern us
Go now, well go on
Southwest detroit is condemned home
The cops just don't what to do
Jump steady, boy, and the psr
got my back, o.g., you won't make it far
I got my at my gut and it's startin' to hurt
Where can you keep a gat wearing skins and a
Now I'm roaming like a ghetto thug
Fiends on the sac 'cause I'm booming that
I know you heard what j said
I told you that I sold to that bitch, that basehead
Know you can't with the truth
If I hit you in mouth, you're gonna spit out a tooth
And I laugh at a cop
Sittin' with his fat ass in a donut
At the party where the icp shows take
Billy throws the handcuffs all the place
"we're to protect and protect we do"
I ask who the fuck protects us from you
Cops are always beatin on
a mute in the back, he told him not to run
And the motherfucking black know it
That's why cops now are catching a bullet
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, end the chase
When steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face
Mind your own in the ghetto zone
Hey, yo, g, who the do you think you are, man?
You know who you're fucking with the ic p, g
Why don't you all the fuck up before you get shot, boy
Keep running your lips, see what happens
Yea, g, see I'm saying, now what's up with that shit
to del ray and drive by in shit
The cops just don't know to do
These are my homeboys,
See, are home here 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 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 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 make the whole muffler drag
to a sac-chasing heidi
I told the bitch I ain't never even a mazaratti
Ever out to a freak, fuck no
That why I'll tell ya never end up in a box for a ho
When the check 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 and bring some faygo back
That's all I pay for bitch now get the on ho
around I got something 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 southwest
luck and stay strong
Latin
guns
Cfp

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