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 you're lollygaggin', raggin',
Assassin' with the millimeter roars of a

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

Killin' my own people, I put 'em out of
Just like the liquor store scene on every
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 learn the

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

that somethin'?

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't that C'mon
like that y'all

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

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

And now I bring him to the ghetto
Only to a stronger fellow
Maybe do some for the neighborhood
It's hard playing hero less than a zero

Bull like DeNiro, the modern day pharaoh
A camp with the Section 8
Welfare checks given at a monthly
Apply for the get high, or just plain

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