Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

of the Mind...

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

Here stood the hood, thirsty for the end
And for the of money, kind of funny, new friends
Public housing, a thousand in a
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 every
I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep
Look, a boy, he's on the just dyin'
Finally the cops dumb to the slum
out a gun and arrest the wrong one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and
So they can never
I dwell, as well learn the facts
Pete and C.L. can radio a shack up
Sparkin' off and have 'em all callin' for
"Watch another crime and gonna do time"
All this you'll find in the of the mind

Ain't somethin'?...

Listen to cats and rats war under the window
the ghetto forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' cheap, my survival is deep
In this part of town where the city sleep
A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the car's
Or static with your BM, only you see them
on your baby's mom, a best for the drama
Always tryin' to make a movie, little looney
Stressin' it, but you know the keep ya busy
A place when I die it would never even miss me
Crack phials in the aisles as one smiles
Dope piles workin' hookers by the
But still my pop's got three jobs to
A family household and on the table
So as we pray for all our souls to
Somebody's on the roof, ready to leap
I to stop the pain or the bad situation
But wisdom I can't afford to give 'em
Self savior is much braver with the conscious
Designed in the of the mind

Ain't that C'mon...

like that y'all...

I could look forward 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 pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' when I saw my dangle on the ledge
The coulda swallowed me whole
But the pain was all gone I got to see my healthy son born
And now I him home to the ghetto,
to make a stronger fellow
Maybe do some for the neighborhood
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a
Raging Bull like DeNiro, the day pharoah
A camp with the Section 8
Welfare checks given at a rate
Apply for the get high, or just lazy
Many steady collect right the fifth baby
The hawk is out but the never pack it
A hundred dollar sneakers with the skimpy-ass
When people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get behind
Imagine in the ghettos of the