Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

Ghetto of the

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't that

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

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

it, but you know the ghetto keep ya busy
A that when I die, it would never even miss me
Crack phials in the aisles as one smiles
Dope piles workin' by the miles

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

I to stop the pain or the bad situation
But wisdom I can't afford to give 'em
Self savior is much braver the conscious behavior
in the ghettos of the mind

Ain't somethin'? C'mon
It's like y'all

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

Take a risk 'cause the pressure has the edge
It was a blessin' I saw my life dangle on the ledge
The streets 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 a stronger fellow
Maybe do good for the neighborhood
It's hard playing hero livin' less a zero

Raging Bull like DeNiro, the modern day
A concentration camp the Section 8
checks given at a monthly rate
Apply for the get high, or just lazy

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