Luyện nghe bài hát In the Ghetto

1:
Mama raised me in the ghetto, Walter P. Homes right in the middle
Of the gun zone where they heavy medal
And if you make it out you get a gold medal
told me I could be what I wanna
I don't have to be one of them on the corner
Watch my mama struggle but she let it show much

Not even a dollars could replace the love you show us
And I thank you so much cause got hard
I know I made it far cause you played your part
Hustled for our and our shoes and made sure we had food
And we wasn't living somewhere in the

From a place where kids die everyday bullets richoshet
And they don't get no justice cause don't hear or say
in the last days what can take the pain away
Glad somebody prayed for me that I'm not to say nah

I'm not ashamed, I won't lie, my mama me
Another born in the ghetto
Hustled for our clothes and our shoes and sure we had food

Only God knows why, come stand by
Hear the cry in the ghetto
you played your part

2:
Could you imagine home to your lights out
Wearing your hand me down type lifestyle
Having no type of male figure he ran out
Sending your prayers up to heaven hope work out
And a challenge when the negitives are positives
Depending on the government is how you truly
Some people turn to the streets don't have a choice
And since the ghetto can't speak be the voice

For that child no hope for the future
Wanna move ahead but life stuck in neutral
Gotta keep your drive important that you strive
To the eye it's no hope for your future
Mama pray for me, please pray for me
It's a struggle outside for me
The fast life comes faithfully
I make it out the ghetto not the place for me

Babies babies parents out living there kids
Drugs, guns, sex pretty much all of it is
I got one worry care of all of my kids
So they have to live the struggle the same as I did
I miss my granny Betty, I my aunt Faye
I think 'em talk about 'em almost everyday
But I can see they smiles the sun ray
I must say I'm a that my mama saved, man

I'm not ashamed, I lie, my mama saved me
Another baby in the ghetto
your prayers up to heaven hope they work out

Only God why, angels come stand by
Hear the cry in the ghetto
I must say I'm a child that my saved, man

Could you coming home to your lights out
Wearing your cousin me downs type lifestyle
Having no of male figure cause he ran out
Sending your prayers up to hope they work out

I'm riding down Jefferson, yeah
God gave me protection, growing up on these
Got friends to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got people in the ghetto and I love them, and love me

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I'm riding down Jefferson, 1803
God gave me protection, growing up on streets
Got gone to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got people in the ghetto and I them, and they love me