Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

of the Mind...

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

Here stood the black hood, 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 store scene on every
I'm tryin' but the kids cryin', and the bullets keep flyin'
Look, a boy, he's on the curb dyin'
Finally the come dumb to the slum
Pull out a gun and arrest the one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and
So they can never
I dwell, might as well learn the
Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a up
Sparkin' off and have 'em all callin' for
"Watch another crime and you're do time"
All this you'll find in the ghettos of the

Ain't somethin'?...

Listen to cats and rats war under the window
When the forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' ain't cheap, my survival is
In this part of town where the city never
A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the car's
Or with your BM, only when you see them
Speakin' on baby's mom, a best for the drama
Always tryin' to make a movie, little looney
it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy
A place that when I die it never even miss me
Crack phials in the aisles as one smiles
Dope workin' hookers by the miles
But still my pop's got three jobs to
A household and food on the table
So as we for all our souls 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
savior is much braver with the conscious behavior
Designed in the ghettos of the

Ain't that C'mon...

It's that y'all...

I could never forward to an early retirement
But still I maintain in a hostile
Hustlin' the concrete jungle for
My parents hated blood money so they 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 me whole
But the pain was all gone when I got to see my son born
And now I bring him to the ghetto,
Only to make a fellow
Maybe do some for the neighborhood
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a
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 plain lazy
Many steady collect around the fifth baby
The hawk is out but the niggaz never it
A hundred dollar sneakers with the jacket
When are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind
Imagine in the of the mind