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 slang heavy medal
And if you it out you should get a gold medal
Always me I could be what I wanna
I don't 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 the love you show us
And I thank you so cause times got hard
I know I made it this far cause you played part
Hustled for our clothes and our shoes and sure we had food
And we wasn't living in the dark

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

I'm not ashamed, I lie, my mama saved me
Another born in the ghetto
for our clothes and our shoes and made sure we had food

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

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

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

Babies babies parents out living there kids
Drugs, guns, sex much all of that it is
I got one worry care 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 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 mama me
baby born in the ghetto
Sending your prayers up to heaven they work out

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

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

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