Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up In The Gutter

[Verse 1:
Once a time in an apartment home
Lived a little girl a heart of stone
Cause of her heart was partly gone
Rarely seen and known
Treated like a mat on a boxing
Blood drop on the twin box springs
Daddy came to it's not a dream
She thought to herself is happening?
Above her head is a
But Lucifer loosens up his
Lays her down with an fist
And all that was left was
Little girl, where's your loving
Under the covers, under the
Little girl have you discovered
She stuttered,

Growin' up in the
No more, tales, and so
No place like hell, no place like
Growin' up in the
Black and white, in a
we are, safe and sound
guns, no aim, yea!
up in the gutter!

2]

And you ain't gotta be the projects
To with this nonsense

Cuz even in suburbia somebody murder ya
Over nothin' leave your slumpin'
In the parking lot of complex
is a hard pill to swallow and digest
My town is of drug dealers
Most of them get in the process
Hustlin' and stackin' up
They mutherf*ckas like they havin' a contest
Shit, he took a b*tch to his apartment to
A later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
Cause he showed her all the he had for sale for the low
She told her cousin then her grabbed a glock and a mask
Kicked in his door him down
Then he him and dashed
Ran off all that he had
He used to be ballin' now he got a bag
you know about that
Middle class white b*tch her body for crack
Mexican cartels, you hear the buck shot shells
And then the blood clot fails, ain't no healin' the wounds
Biggest meth on the east coast right here in Duluth
My are proof of growin' up in the gutta

You think you can how hard you got it?!
By what you live in muthaf*cker

up in the gutter!
No more, tales, and so
No place like hell, no like home
up in the gutter
Black and white, in a
we are, safe and sound
guns, no aim, yea!
up in the gutter!

[Verse 3:
indeed, I am
Drug through the mud a weed, what I am
Was who was beat, I am
Leather belts that me, I am
alone again at 8, I am
Somebody's to rate, I am
to the beast by fate, I am
The one who did escape, I am
A for the cold in the dark, I am
The one who his heart, I am
From a torn apart, I am
A target for dart, I am
Sick from the whips, I am
to the gun and click, I am
A that don't run from shit, I am
to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin, I am
Met a and he said, I am
In the in red, I am
Dead cause the Ouija board said,

Growin' up in the
No more, tales, and so
No place like hell, no place home
Growin' up in the
and white, in a frame
There we are, and sound
guns, no aim, yea!
up in the gutter!