Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

Ghetto of the

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't somethin'?

Listen to cats and rough war under the window
When the forts flarey, never was a Tom and Jerry
Livin' cheap, my survival is deep
In part of town where the city never sleep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And now I bring him to the ghetto
Only to make a fellow
Maybe do some good for the
It's hard playing hero livin' less a zero

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

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