Luyện nghe bài hát In the Ghetto

1:
Mama raised me in the ghetto, Walter P. Taylor right in the middle
Of the gun zone where they slang heavy
And if you make it out you get a gold medal
Always told me I could be what I
I have to be one of them people on the corner
my mama struggle but she never let it show much

Not even a million dollars could replace the 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 clothes and our shoes and made sure we had
And we living somewhere in the dark

From a place kids die everyday cause bullets richoshet
And they don't get no justice cause don't hear or say
Living in the last days 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 saved me
Another baby born in the
for our clothes and our shoes and made sure we had food

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

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

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

Babies having babies parents out there kids
Drugs, guns, sex much all of that it is
I got one worry care of all of my kids
So they don't to live the struggle the same as I did
I miss my Betty, I miss my aunt 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 saved me
baby born in the ghetto
Sending your up to heaven hope they work out

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

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

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

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I'm riding Jefferson, yeah 1803
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 they me