Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got
They got access to any kind of weapon want within 24 hours
We got over 50,000 out there
Violent j serving ghetto hard street
You know it's potent when the funky-ass hit
Rolling the dice and we's hittin'
Icp out of detroit
Running with a of 20 street hoods
on my back 'cause I'm selling them cheap goods
Looking the motherfucking alleyway
They can't catch crazy-ass psychopath j
But I I wasn't so crazy this time
Now I'm in the back of car 49
Yes, rhyme grippin that
They put a man on the moon, but can't do for the ghetto
I at all that and it makes me sick
I wanna grab them 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
Killed two with one stone
laying in the street with a bullet in your dome
And to those hillbillies down south
Talk shit about the with my nuts in your wife's mouth
And stringing on your 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 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 type of bullshit
Your problems concern us
Go now, well go on
Southwest detroit is condemned one's
The cops just don't 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
Where can you keep a gat skins and a t-shirt?
Now I'm roaming like a true thug
Fiends on the sac 'cause I'm booming crack
I you heard aloud what j said
When I told you I sold to that bitch, that basehead
Know you can't with the truth
If I hit you in your mouth, you're gonna spit out a
And I at a motherfucking cop
with his fat ass in a donut shop
At the where the icp shows take face
Billy throws the handcuffs all the place
"we're here to protect and we do"
Then I ask who the fuck us from you
Cops are always on someone
Shot a mute in the back, he him not to run
And the motherfucking panthers know it
That's why some now are catching a bullet
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 fuck do you you are, man?
You who you're fucking with the ic motherfuckin 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 what I'm saying, now what's up with shit
to del ray and drive by in shit
The cops 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
Well I I'm a bad guy
I cuss 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, call it ray
where icp stay, yo g
And the forces that talk shit get beat
And if I'm out numbered I gauge in the backseat
'cause if I feel I am 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 sac-chasing
I told the bitch I ain't even seen a mazaratti
sell out to a freak, fuck no
That why I'll tell ya I'll end up in a box for a ho
When the check comes I it
And the bitch is ask me to fucking pay for it
I the ho an empty 12-pack
Take your ass to the store and bring some faygo
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 skank
You handle your own
In the southwest zone
Icp
And to all the running in southwest detroit
Good and stay strong
Latin
guns
Cfp

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