Luyện nghe bài hát In the Ghetto

1:
Mama raised me in the ghetto, Walter P. Taylor Homes right in the
Of the gun zone where they slang 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 them on the corner
Watch my struggle but she never let it show much

Not even a million could replace the love you show us
And I thank you so much times got hard
I know I 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 richoshet
And they don't get no justice cause 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
Another baby in the ghetto
Hustled for our clothes and our shoes and sure we had food

Only God knows why, angels come by
Hear the children cry in the
Cause you played part

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

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

Babies having babies parents out there kids
Drugs, guns, sex pretty all of that it is
I got one take care of all of my kids
So don't have to live the struggle the same as I did
I miss my granny Betty, I miss my aunt
I think 'em talk about 'em almost everyday
But I can see they smiles the sun ray
I must say I'm a child that my saved, man

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

God knows why, angels come stand by
Hear the 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 hand me downs lifestyle
Having no type of male cause he ran out
Sending your prayers up to heaven they work out

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