Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

of the Mind...

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

stood the black 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 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 keep flyin'
Look, a boy, he's on the just dyin'
Finally the cops dumb to the slum
Pull out a gun and arrest the one
Wax all the Ricans and blacks
So can never relax
I dwell, might as well the facts
Rock and C.L. can radio a shack up
Sparkin' off and have 'em all for backup
"Watch crime and you're gonna do time"
All this you'll find in the ghettos of the

Ain't somethin'?...

Listen to cats and rough rats war the window
When the ghetto forts flarey, was a Tom and Jerry
ain't cheap, my survival is deep
In this part of town where the city never
A Miller roller, you can bet the car's stolen
Or with your BM, only when you see them
on your baby's mom, a best for the drama
Always tryin' to a movie, little stark-ravin' looney
Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto ya busy
A place that when I die it never even miss me
phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope piles hookers by the miles
But still my pop's got jobs to stable
A household and food on the table
So as we for all our souls to keep
Somebody's on the project roof, to leap
I to stop the pain or the bad situation
But backwards wisdom I afford to give 'em
Self savior is much braver with the conscious
in the ghettos of the mind

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

It's like y'all...

I could never look to an early retirement
But still I maintain in a environment
Hustlin' the concrete for loot
My parents hated blood money so they me the boot
Take a risk 'cause the peer pressure has the
It was a blessin' when I saw my life on the ledge
The streets coulda swallowed me
But the pain was all gone I got to see my healthy son born
And now I bring him to the ghetto,
Only to make a fellow
Maybe do some good for the
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a
Raging Bull like DeNiro, the day pharoah
A concentration camp with the 8
Welfare checks given at a monthly
for the get high, or just plain lazy
Many steady collect around the fifth baby
The hawk is out but the niggaz 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