Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

of the Mind...

I catch a at a party, sort of herbal with the verbal
Look and see the vultures fly around in a circle
Baggin' while you're lollygaggin', raggin',
Assassin with the millimeter of a dragon

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

Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of
Just like the liquor scene on every corner
I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets flyin'
Look, a boy, he's on the curb just
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 and C.L. can radio a shack up
off and have 'em all callin' for backup
"Watch another crime and gonna do time"
All this find in the ghettos of the mind

Ain't somethin'?...

Listen to cats and rough rats war under the
When the ghetto forts flarey, was a Tom and Jerry
ain't cheap, my survival is deep
In this of town where the city never sleep
A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the stolen
Or static with your BM, only you see them
Speakin' on your baby's mom, a best for the
Always tryin' to make a movie, stark-ravin' looney
Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto ya busy
A place that I die it would never even miss me
Crack phials in the as one pimp smiles
piles workin' hookers by the miles
But my pop's 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 to stop the pain or the bad situation
But backwards I can't afford to give 'em
Self savior is much 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 hostile
the concrete jungle for loot
My parents hated blood money so they gave me the
Take a risk the peer pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' when I saw my life dangle on the
The streets coulda me whole
But the was all gone when I got to see my healthy son born
And now I bring him to the ghetto,
to make a stronger fellow
Maybe do good for the neighborhood
hard playing hero livin' less than a zero
Raging Bull DeNiro, the modern day pharoah
A concentration with the Section 8
checks given at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or just lazy
steady collect right around the fifth baby
The hawk is out but the niggaz pack it
A hundred dollar sneakers the skimpy-ass jacket
When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left
in the ghettos of the mind