Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

of the Mind...

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

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

Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of
Just the liquor store scene on every corner
I'm tryin' but the keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin'
Look, a boy, on the curb just dyin'
Finally the cops come to the slum
Pull out a gun and the wrong one
Wax all the Ricans and blacks
So they can never
I dwell, might as well the facts
Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a up
off and have 'em all callin' for backup
"Watch crime and you're gonna do time"
All this you'll in the ghettos of the mind

Ain't somethin'?...

Listen to cats and rough war under the window
the ghetto forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' ain't cheap, my is deep
In this part of town where the never sleep
A Barney roller, you can bet the car's stolen
Or static with your BM, when you see them
on your baby's mom, a best for the drama
Always tryin' to a movie, little stark-ravin' looney
Stressin' it, but you know the keep ya busy
A place that when I die it would even miss me
Crack phials in the as one pimp smiles
Dope piles workin' hookers by the
But my pop's got three jobs to stable
A family household and food on the
So as we for all our souls to keep
Somebody's on the project roof, ready to
I want to stop the pain or the bad
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 that C'mon...

like that y'all...

I could never look forward to an early
But still I maintain in a hostile
the concrete jungle for loot
My hated blood money so they gave me the boot
Take a 'cause the peer pressure has the edge
It was a when I saw my life dangle on the ledge
The streets coulda swallowed me
But the pain was all gone when I got to see my healthy son
And now I him home to the ghetto,
Only to make a stronger
do some good for the neighborhood
It's hard hero livin' less than a zero
Raging like DeNiro, the modern day pharoah
A concentration camp with the 8
checks given at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or plain lazy
Many steady collect right the fifth baby
The hawk is out but the niggaz pack it
A hundred sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket
people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind
Imagine in the of the mind