Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

Ghetto of the

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

Here stood the hood, thirsty for the end
And for the love of money, kind of funny, new
Public housing, a in a tent
So I'm forced to hell just to pay the rent

Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of
Just the liquor store 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

the cops come dumb to the slum
Pull out a gun and the wrong one
Wax all the Puerto Ricans and blacks, so they can relax
I dwell, might as learn the facts

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

Ain't that

Listen to and rough 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 stolen
Or static with your BM, when you see them
on your baby's mom, a best for the drama
Always tryin' to make a movie, stark-ravin' looney

Stressin' it, but you the ghetto keep ya busy
A place that when I die, it would even miss me
Crack phials in the aisles as one smiles
Dope workin' hookers by the miles

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

I want to the pain or the bad situation
But backwards wisdom I can't to give 'em
Self is much braver with the conscious behavior
Designed in the of the mind

Ain't that C'mon
It's that y'all

I could look forward to an early retirement
But still I in a hostile environment
the concrete 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 life on the ledge
The coulda swallowed me whole
But the pain was all when I got to see my healthy son born

And now I bring him to the ghetto
Only to make a stronger
do some good for the neighborhood
It's hard playing hero livin' than a zero

Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern day
A camp with the Section 8
Welfare checks given at a rate
Apply for the get high, or just plain

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