Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

Ghetto of the

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

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

Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of
like 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 just dyin'

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

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

that somethin'?

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

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

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

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

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

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

I could look forward to an early retirement
But still I maintain in a hostile
Hustlin' the concrete for loot
My parents hated blood money so gave me the boot

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

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

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

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