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
while 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
Public housing, a in a tent
So I'm forced to hell just to pay the rent

my own people, I put 'em out of order
Just the liquor store scene on every corner
I'm tryin' but the keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin'
Look, a boy, he's on the just dyin'
Finally the come dumb to the slum
out a gun and arrest the wrong one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and
So they can relax
I dwell, as well learn the facts
Pete and C.L. can radio a shack up
Sparkin' off and have 'em all for backup
"Watch another crime and you're do time"
All this you'll find in the of the mind

Ain't somethin'?...

Listen to cats and rats war under the window
When the ghetto forts flarey, was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' 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, when you see them
Speakin' on your mom, a best for the drama
Always tryin' to make a movie, little looney
Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto ya busy
A place that I die it would never even miss me
phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope workin' hookers by the miles
But still my pop's got three to stable
A household and food on the table
So as we pray for all our souls to
Somebody's on the project roof, ready to
I want to stop the pain or the bad
But backwards wisdom I can't to give 'em
Self savior is braver with the conscious behavior
Designed in the ghettos of the

that somethin'? C'mon...

It's like y'all...

I could never forward to an early retirement
But still I in a hostile environment
Hustlin' the concrete jungle for
My parents hated money so they gave me the boot
Take a risk the peer pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' when I saw my life on the ledge
The streets coulda swallowed me
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 stronger
Maybe do some good for the
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a
Raging Bull DeNiro, the modern day pharoah
A concentration camp the Section 8
checks given at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or just plain
Many steady collect right around the baby
The is out but the niggaz never 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