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
while you're lollygaggin', raggin', tow-taggin'
Assassin' with the millimeter roars of a

Here stood the black hood, 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
like the liquor store scene on every corner
I'm tryin' but the kids keep cryin', and the keep flyin'
Look, a boy, on the curb just dyin'

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

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

Ain't that

to cats and rough rats war under the window
When the ghetto flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' ain't cheap, my is deep
In part of town where the city never sleep

A Miller roller, you can bet the car's stolen
Or static with your BM, only 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 the ghetto keep ya busy
A that when I die, it would never even miss me
Crack phials in the as one pimp smiles
piles workin' hookers by the miles

But my pop's got three jobs to stable
A family household and food on the
So as we pray for all our to keep
Somebody's on the project roof, ready to

I want to stop the or the bad situation
But backwards wisdom I afford to give 'em
Self is much braver with the conscious behavior
Designed in the of the mind

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

I could never look forward to an early
But still I maintain in a environment
Hustlin' the concrete jungle for
My parents hated blood so they gave me the boot

a risk 'cause the peer pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' when I saw my dangle on the ledge
The streets coulda swallowed me
But the pain was all gone when I got to see my son born

And now I bring him home to the
to make a stronger fellow
Maybe do some good for the
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a

Raging Bull like DeNiro, the day pharaoh
A concentration with the Section 8
checks given at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or plain lazy

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