Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

Ghetto of the

I catch a body at a party, sort of with the verbal
above and see the vultures fly around in a circle
Baggin' you're lollygaggin', raggin', tow-taggin'
with the millimeter roars of a dragon

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

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

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

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

that somethin'?

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

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

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

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

I want to stop the or the bad situation
But backwards wisdom I can't afford to 'em
Self savior is much braver with the behavior
Designed in the ghettos of the

Ain't somethin'? C'mon
It's like that

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

Take a risk 'cause the peer pressure has the
It was a blessin' when I saw my life dangle on the
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
Only to make a fellow
Maybe do good for the neighborhood
It's hard playing hero livin' less than a

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

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