Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, got explosives
They got access to any kind of weapon they want 24 hours
We got over 50,000 gangbangers out
j serving ghetto hard street shit
You know it's potent when the funky-ass 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 them cheap goods
through the motherfucking alleyway
They catch violent crazy-ass psychopath j
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this
Now I'm chillin in the of car 49
Yes, grippin that metal
They put a man on the moon, but do shit for the ghetto
I look at all and it makes me sick
I wanna grab motherfuckers make em swallow a brick
So I grab anybody I can
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
two birds with one stone
You're laying in the street with a bullet in dome
And to those hillbillies listening down
Talk shit about the city with my nuts in wife's mouth
And keep stringing on banjo
'cause we don't like that shit we come from, bro
Now the icp stands in the southwest ghetto zone
Ah, for sake
Ah, you talk about that garbage here
That's for the where you come from
is the good part of town
We let you with that type of bullshit
Your don't concern us
Go home now, go on
detroit is condemned one's 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 startin' to
can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?
Now I'm roaming a true ghetto thug
Fiends on the sac I'm booming that crack
I know you heard aloud what j
When I you that I sold to that bitch, that basehead
Know you can't argue with the
If I hit you in your mouth, gonna spit out a tooth
And I laugh at a cop
with his fat ass in a donut shop
At the party the icp shows take face
Billy the handcuffs all over the place
"we're here to protect and we do"
Then I ask who the fuck protects us you
Cops are always beatin on
a mute in the back, he told him not to run
And the black panthers know it
That's why some cops now are catching a
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, end the chase
When jump puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face
your own in the southwest ghetto zone
Hey, yo, g, who the do you think 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 motherfuckers
Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now what's up with shit
to del ray and drive by in shit
The just don't know what to do
are my homeboys, vato
See, are home right is all we have, man
I them 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 tell you how I'm
When I'm in the old spot sit and we
del ray, call it hell ray
It's icp stay, yo g
And the forces that always talk shit get
And if I'm out I gotta gauge in the backseat
if I feel I am mack dead
In the trunk of my car I got I'd a never had
A motherfucker in the back 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 tell ya I'll never end up in a box for a ho
When the check I ignore it
And the is gonna ask me to fucking pay for it
I the ho an empty 12-pack
your ass to the store and bring some faygo back
That's all I pay for now get the fuck on ho
Stick around I got something you can on ho
Violent j won't be
By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, sewer skank
You gotta handle own
In the southwest zone
Icp
And to all the sets running in southwest
Good and stay strong
Latin
guns
Cfp

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