Luyện nghe bài hát In the Ghetto

1:
Mama raised me in the ghetto, P. Taylor Homes right in the middle
Of the gun where they slang heavy medal
And if you make it out you should get a gold
told me I could be what I wanna
I don't have to be one of them people on the
Watch my mama struggle but she let it show much

Not even a million could replace the love you show us
And I thank you so cause times got hard
I I made it this far cause you played your 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 die everyday cause bullets richoshet
And they don't get no justice don't nobody hear or say
Living in the last days can take the pain away
Glad prayed for me that I'm not ashamed to say nah

I'm not ashamed, I lie, my mama saved me
Another baby 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
Cause you played your

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

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

Babies having babies parents out there kids
Drugs, guns, sex pretty much all of 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 Betty, I miss my aunt Faye
I think about 'em talk about 'em everyday
But I can see they 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
Another baby in the ghetto
Sending prayers up to heaven hope they work out

Only God knows why, 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
your cousin hand me downs type lifestyle
Having no type of male cause he ran out
Sending your up to heaven hope they work out

I'm riding down Jefferson, 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 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 gone to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got people in the ghetto and I love them, and love me