Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, got explosives
got access 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 we's point
Icp out of southwest
Running with a of 20 street hoods
Hookers on my back 'cause I'm selling them goods
Looking through the alleyway
They can't catch crazy-ass psychopath j
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this
Now I'm chillin in the of car 49
Yes, rhyme grippin that
put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto
I at all that and it makes me sick
I grab them motherfuckers make em swallow a brick
So I grab anybody I can
Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn stop
one of us and I'm a find you
Bullet rips through your chest and the bitch behind you
two birds with one stone
You're laying in the street with a bullet in your
And to those listening down south
Talk shit the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
And keep stringing on banjo
'cause we don't like that we're we come from, bro
Now the icp stands alone in the southwest ghetto
Ah, for christ's
Ah, you don't about that garbage here
That's for the hell-hole where you from
This is the good part of
We let you deal that type of bullshit
Your problems don't us
Go now, well go on
Southwest detroit is one's home
The cops don't know what to do
steady, rude boy, and the psr
They got my back, o.g., you won't it far
I got my nine at my gut and startin' to hurt
Where can you a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?
Now I'm like a true ghetto thug
Fiends on the sac I'm booming that crack
I know you heard what j said
When I told you I sold to that bitch, that basehead
Know you can't argue with the
If I hit you in your mouth, you're gonna out a tooth
And I laugh at a cop
Sittin' with his fat ass in a shop
At the party where the icp shows take
Billy throws the handcuffs all over the
"we're here to protect and we do"
Then I ask who the fuck us from you
Cops are beatin on someone
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 jump puts 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 with the ic p, g
Why don't you all step the up before you get shot, boy
Keep running your lips, see happens motherfuckers
Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now what's up with shit
Come to del ray and drive by in
The just don't know what to do
are my homeboys, vato
See, are home here 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 tell you how I'm
When I'm in the old sit and we reeling
Through del ray, it hell ray
It's icp stay, yo g
And the forces that talk shit get beat
And if I'm out numbered I gotta 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 back the car saw
Rodney's fat ass the whole damn muffler drag
to a sac-chasing heidi
I told the bitch I ain't even seen a mazaratti
Ever sell out to a freak, no
That why I'll tell ya never end up in a box for a ho
the check comes I ignore it
And the is gonna ask me to fucking pay for it
I give the ho an empty
Take your ass to the store and bring 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 sewer
You gotta your own
In the southwest zone
Icp
And to all the sets running in southwest
Good luck and strong
Latin
guns
Cfp

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And dt
Icp
got uzis, they got shotguns
They got