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 people on the corner
Watch my mama struggle but she let it show much

Not even a million dollars replace the love you show us
And I thank you so cause times got hard
I I made it this far cause you played your part
for our clothes and our shoes and made sure we had food
And we living somewhere in the dark

From a place where kids die everyday cause bullets
And they get no justice cause don't nobody hear or say
Living in the last days what can take the away
Glad somebody for me that I'm not ashamed to say nah

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

Only God knows why, come stand by
the children cry in the ghetto
Cause you played part

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I'm riding down Jefferson, yeah
God gave me protection, up on these 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