Luyện nghe bài hát Ghettos of the Mind

Ghetto of the

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

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

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

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

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

that somethin'?

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

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

Stressin' it, but you know the ghetto keep ya
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 and food on the table
So as we for all our souls to keep
Somebody's on the roof, ready to leap

I want to the pain or the bad situation
But backwards wisdom I afford to give 'em
Self savior is much braver the conscious behavior
Designed in the of the mind

that somethin'? C'mon
It's like that

I never look forward to an early retirement
But still I maintain in a hostile
Hustlin' the concrete jungle for
My parents blood money so they gave me the boot

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

And now I bring him home to the
Only to make a fellow
do some good for the neighborhood
It's hard hero livin' less than a zero

Raging like DeNiro, the modern day pharaoh
A concentration camp the Section 8
Welfare checks given at a rate
for the get high, or just plain lazy

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