Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

of the Mind...

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

Here stood the hood, thirsty for the end
And for the love of money, of funny, new friends
housing, a thousand in a tent
So I'm forced to hell just to pay the rent

Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of
Just like the liquor store scene on every
I'm but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin'
Look, a boy, he's on the just dyin'
Finally the come dumb to the slum
Pull out a gun and arrest the one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and
So they can never
I dwell, might as learn the facts
Pete Rock and C.L. can a shack up
off and have 'em all callin' 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 forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' cheap, my survival is deep
In this part of town where the city never
A Barney roller, you can bet the car's stolen
Or static with your BM, only when you see
Speakin' on your mom, a best for the drama
tryin' to make a movie, little stark-ravin' looney
Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto ya busy
A place that when I die it would even miss me
Crack phials in the as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin' by the miles
But still my got three jobs to stable
A family and food on the table
So as we pray for all our to keep
on the project roof, ready to leap
I want to the pain or the bad situation
But backwards I can't afford to give 'em
Self savior is much braver the conscious behavior
Designed in the of the mind

Ain't that C'mon...

like that y'all...

I could never forward to an early retirement
But still I maintain in a environment
the concrete jungle for loot
My parents hated blood money so gave me the boot
Take a risk 'cause the pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' when I saw my life dangle on the
The streets swallowed me whole
But the was all gone when I got to see my healthy son born
And now I bring him to the ghetto,
Only to make a fellow
Maybe do some good for the
It's hard playing hero livin' than a zero
Bull like DeNiro, the modern day pharoah
A camp with the Section 8
Welfare checks given at a monthly
Apply for the get high, or just plain
Many steady collect right around the fifth
The hawk is out but the niggaz pack it
A hundred sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket
When are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind
Imagine in the ghettos of the