Luyện nghe bài hát In the Ghetto

1:
Mama raised me in the ghetto, Walter P. Taylor Homes in the middle
Of the gun zone they slang heavy medal
And if you make it out you get a gold medal
Always told me I 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 could the love you show us
And I thank you so cause times got hard
I know I made it this far you played your part
Hustled for our clothes and our shoes and made sure we had
And we living somewhere in the dark

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

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

Only God knows why, angels stand by
Hear the cry in the ghetto
Cause you played your

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

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

Babies babies parents out living there kids
Drugs, guns, sex pretty much all of it is
I got one worry take of all of my kids
So they don't have to live the the same as I did
I miss my granny Betty, I miss my Faye
I think about 'em talk about 'em 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 why, angels come stand by
the children cry in the ghetto
I say I'm a child that my mama saved, man

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

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

Chorus Repeat 2x
I'm riding down Jefferson, yeah
God gave me protection, up on these streets
Got friends to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got people in the ghetto and I love them, and love me