Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

of the Mind...

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

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

Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of
Just like the liquor store scene on corner
I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep
Look, a boy, he's on the curb dyin'
Finally the cops come dumb to the
Pull out a gun and the wrong one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and
So they can relax
I dwell, might as learn the facts
Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up
Sparkin' off and have 'em all for backup
"Watch another crime and gonna do time"
All you'll find in the ghettos of the mind

that somethin'?...

Listen to and rough rats war under the window
When the ghetto forts flarey, was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' cheap, my survival is deep
In this part of town where the never sleep
A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the car's
Or static with your BM, only you see them
Speakin' on baby's mom, a best for the drama
tryin' to make a movie, little stark-ravin' looney
Stressin' it, but you the ghetto keep ya busy
A that when I die it would never even miss me
phials in the aisles 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 or the bad situation
But backwards wisdom I can't to give 'em
Self is much braver with the conscious behavior
Designed in the of the mind

Ain't that C'mon...

It's like y'all...

I could never look to an early retirement
But still I maintain in a environment
Hustlin' the 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 blessin' 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 son born
And now I him home to the ghetto,
Only to make a stronger
do some good for the neighborhood
It's hard playing hero livin' less a zero
Raging Bull DeNiro, the modern day pharoah
A concentration with the Section 8
Welfare checks at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or just plain
Many steady collect right around the fifth
The hawk is out but the niggaz never it
A hundred dollar with the skimpy-ass jacket
When are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind
Imagine in the of the mind