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 where they slang heavy
And if you make it out you get a gold medal
Always told me I be what I wanna
I don't to be one of them people on the corner
Watch my mama struggle but she never let it much

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

From a where kids die everyday cause bullets richoshet
And they don't get no justice don't nobody hear or say
Living in the last days what can take the away
somebody prayed 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 and our shoes and made sure we had food

God knows why, angels come stand by
Hear the children cry in the
Cause you your part

2:
Could you imagine coming home to lights out
your cousin's hand me down type lifestyle
Having no type of male cause he ran out
Sending your prayers up to heaven they work out
And a challenge when the negitives are positives
Depending on the is how you truly live
Some people turn to the streets they have a choice
And since the ghetto speak I'ma be the voice

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

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

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

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

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

I'm riding down Jefferson, yeah
God me protection, growing 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 they me

Chorus Repeat 2x
I'm down Jefferson, yeah 1803
God me protection, growing up on these streets
Got friends to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got in the ghetto and I love them, and they love me