Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up In The Gutter

[Verse 1:
Once upon a time in an home
Lived a little girl with a heart of
Cause part of her heart was gone
Rarely and hardly known
like a mat on a boxing ring
Blood drop stains on the box springs
Daddy came to it's not a dream
She thought to herself what is
her head is a crucifix
But Lucifer up his wrist
Lays her down an open fist
And all that was was hopelessness
Little girl, where's your loving
Under the covers, under the
girl what have you discovered
She stuttered,

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

2]

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

Cuz in suburbia somebody will murder ya
Over nothin' leave body slumpin'
In the parking lot of your
is a hard pill to swallow and digest
My town is full of drug
of them get shot in the process
Hustlin' and stackin' up
They robbin mutherf*ckas like they havin' a
Shit, he took a to his apartment to brag
A later he tied up on the carpet and gagged
Cause he showed her all the pills he had for for the low
She told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a and a mask
Kicked in his laid him down
Then he him and dashed
Ran off all that he had
He to be ballin' now he got a colostomy bag
What you know that
Middle class white slangin' her body for crack
Mexican drug cartels, you hear the shot shells
And then the blood clot fails, there ain't no the wounds
Biggest meth bust on the east right here in Duluth
My lyrics are proof of up in the gutta

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

up in the gutter!
No more, tales, and so
No place like hell, no place like
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 like a weed, I am
Was who was beat, I am
belts that made me, I am
Home alone at 8, I am
life to rate, I am
Given to the by fate, I am
The one who did escape, I am
A voice for the 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 soul 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
cause the Ouija board said, I-A-M

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