Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

Ghetto of the

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

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

my own people, I put 'em out of order
Just the liquor store scene on every corner
I'm but the kids keep cryin', and the bullets keep flyin'
Look, a boy, on the curb just dyin'

Finally the cops dumb to the slum
out a gun and arrest the wrong one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and blacks, so can never relax
I dwell, as well learn the facts

Pete Rock and C.L. can radio a up
Sparkin' off and 'em all callin' for backup
Watch crime and you're gonna do time
All this you'll find in the of the mind

Ain't somethin'?

Listen to and rough rats war under the window
When the ghetto forts flarey, never was a Tom and
ain't cheap, my survival is deep
In this part of town where the never sleep

A Barney Miller roller, you can bet the car's
Or static your BM, only when you see them
Speakin' on baby's mom, a best for the drama
tryin' to make a movie, little stark-ravin' looney

Stressin' it, but you the ghetto keep ya busy
A place that when I die, it would never even me
phials in the aisles as one pimp smiles
Dope workin' hookers by the miles

But still my got three jobs 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 to stop the pain or the bad situation
But backwards wisdom I can't to give 'em
Self savior is much with the conscious behavior
Designed in the ghettos of the

that somethin'? C'mon
It's like y'all

I could look forward to an early retirement
But still I maintain in a hostile
Hustlin' the jungle for loot
My parents hated blood money so they gave me the

Take a 'cause the peer pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' when I saw my 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 home to the
Only to a stronger fellow
Maybe do good for the neighborhood
It's hard playing livin' less than a zero

Raging Bull DeNiro, the modern day pharaoh
A concentration with the Section 8
Welfare checks at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or just plain

Many steady right around the fifth baby
The hawk is out but the niggaz pack it
A hundred dollar sneakers the skimpy-ass jacket
When are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind
in the ghettos of the mind