Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

Ghetto of the

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

Here stood the black hood, for the end
And for the love of money, of funny, new friends
Public housing, a 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 scene on every corner
I'm tryin' but the kids cryin', and the bullets keep flyin'
Look, a boy, he's on the curb just

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

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

that 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 of town where the city never sleep

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

Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto ya busy
A place when I die, it would 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 to stable
A family 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 wisdom I can't afford to 'em
savior is much braver with the conscious behavior
Designed in the of the mind

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

I could never forward to an early retirement
But still I in a hostile environment
the concrete jungle for loot
My parents hated blood so they gave me the boot

Take a 'cause the peer 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 bring him to the ghetto
to make a stronger fellow
Maybe do some good for the
It's hard playing hero livin' less a zero

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

Many steady collect right around the fifth
The hawk is out but the never pack it
A hundred sneakers with the skimpy-ass jacket
people are deaf, dumb, and blind they get left behind
Imagine in the ghettos of the