Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

of the Mind...

I catch a body at a party, sort of with the verbal
Look above and see the vultures fly around in a
while you're lollygaggin', raggin', tow-taggin'
Assassin with the millimeter of a dragon

Here stood the black hood, for the end
And for the of money, kind of funny, new friends
Public housing, a in a tent
So I'm forced to sell hell just to pay the

my own people, I put 'em out of order
Just like the liquor store on every corner
I'm but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin'
Look, a boy, he's on the just dyin'
the cops come dumb to the slum
Pull out a gun and the wrong one
Wax all the Ricans and blacks
So they can relax
I dwell, might as well the facts
Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a up
Sparkin' off and have 'em all for backup
"Watch another crime and you're do time"
All this find in the ghettos of the mind

Ain't somethin'?...

to cats and rough rats war under the window
When the ghetto forts flarey, was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' ain't cheap, my survival is
In this part of town the city never sleep
A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the car's
Or static with your BM, only when you see
Speakin' on your baby's mom, a for the drama
Always tryin' to make a movie, little looney
it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy
A place that when I die it never even miss me
phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin' hookers by the
But still my pop's got three to stable
A household and food on the table
So as we pray for all our to keep
Somebody's on the roof, ready to leap
I to stop the pain or the bad situation
But backwards wisdom I can't afford to 'em
Self savior is much braver with the conscious
in the ghettos of the mind

Ain't somethin'? C'mon...

It's that y'all...

I could never forward to an early retirement
But still I in a hostile environment
Hustlin' the jungle for loot
My parents hated blood money so gave me the boot
Take a risk 'cause the peer pressure has the
It was a blessin' when I saw my dangle on the ledge
The streets coulda me whole
But the pain was all gone when I got to see my son born
And now I him home to the ghetto,
Only to make a stronger
Maybe do some for the neighborhood
It's hard playing hero livin' less a zero
Bull like DeNiro, the modern day pharoah
A concentration camp the Section 8
Welfare given at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or plain lazy
steady collect right around the fifth baby
The hawk is out but the niggaz pack it
A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass
When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get behind
in the ghettos of the mind