Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got
They got to any kind of weapon they want within 24 hours
We got 50,000 gangbangers out there
Violent j serving hard street shit
You know it's when the funky-ass beat hit
Rolling the dice and hittin' point
Icp out of southwest
Running a gang of 20 street hoods
Hookers on my back 'cause I'm selling them goods
Looking through the 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, rhyme grippin that
put a man on the moon, but can't do shit for the ghetto
I look at all that and it makes me
I wanna them motherfuckers make em swallow a brick
So I grab I can find
Beat a fiend in the head with a goddamn sign
one of us and I'm a find you
Bullet rips through your and hits the bitch behind you
Killed two birds one stone
laying in the street with a bullet in your dome
And to those listening down south
Talk shit the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
And keep 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 sake
Ah, you don't talk that garbage here
That's for the hell-hole where you from
This is the good part of
We let you with that type of bullshit
Your problems concern us
Go now, well go on
Southwest detroit is condemned one's
The cops just don't know 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 startin' to hurt
Where can you a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?
Now I'm roaming like a ghetto thug
Fiends on the sac 'cause I'm booming that
I know you heard what j said
When I told you that I sold to bitch, that basehead
you can't argue with the truth
If I hit you in your mouth, 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 all over the place
"we're here to and protect we do"
Then I ask who the fuck protects us you
Cops are always on someone
a mute in the back, he told him not to run
And the motherfucking black know it
That's why some now are catching a bullet
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, end the chase
When jump steady puts his gauge in motherfuckin face
Mind your own in the southwest ghetto
Hey, yo, g, who the fuck do you you are, man?
You who you're fucking with the ic motherfuckin p, g
Why don't you all step the up before you get shot, boy
Keep running your lips, see what happens
Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now up with that shit
Come to del ray and drive by in
The cops just don't know to do
are my homeboys, vato
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 spot sit and we
Through del ray, it hell ray
It's icp stay, yo g
And the forces that always shit get beat
And if I'm out numbered I gotta in the backseat
'cause if I I am mack dead
In the of my car I got weapons I'd a never had
A thousand motherfucker in the back the car saw
fat ass make the whole damn muffler drag
Rappin to a sac-chasing
I told the I ain't never even seen a mazaratti
Ever out to a freak, fuck no
That why I'll ya I'll never end up in a box for a ho
When the check I ignore it
And the bitch is ask me to fucking pay for it
I give the ho an empty
Take your ass to the store and bring some back
all I pay for bitch now get the fuck on ho
Stick around I got something you can on ho
Violent j be ganked
By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded sewer
You gotta 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, they got
got explosives