Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

of the Mind...

I catch a body at a party, sort of herbal the verbal
Look above and see the vultures fly around in a
while you're lollygaggin', raggin', tow-taggin'
Assassin with the roars 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 like the liquor store on every corner
I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep
Look, a boy, he's on the just dyin'
Finally the cops come to the slum
Pull out a gun and the wrong one
Wax all the Puerto and blacks
So can never relax
I dwell, might as well the facts
Pete Rock and C.L. can a shack up
off and have 'em all callin' for backup
"Watch another crime and gonna do time"
All you'll find in the ghettos of the mind

Ain't somethin'?...

Listen to cats and rough rats war the window
When the forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry
ain't cheap, my survival is deep
In this part of town where the never sleep
A Miller roller, you can bet the car's stolen
Or with your BM, only when you see them
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 keep ya
A that when I die it would never even miss me
Crack phials in the aisles as one pimp
Dope piles hookers 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
Somebody's on the project roof, ready to
I want to stop the pain or the bad
But wisdom I can't afford to give 'em
Self savior is much with the conscious behavior
in the ghettos of the mind

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

like that y'all...

I could look forward to an early retirement
But still I maintain in a hostile
Hustlin' the concrete jungle for
My parents hated blood money so they gave me the
Take a risk 'cause the pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' I saw my life dangle on the ledge
The streets swallowed me whole
But the pain was all 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 for the neighborhood
hard playing hero livin' less than a zero
Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern day
A concentration with the Section 8
Welfare checks at a monthly rate
for the get high, or just plain lazy
Many steady collect right the fifth baby
The hawk is out but the never pack it
A dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket
When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left
Imagine in the ghettos of the