Luyện nghe bài hát In the Ghetto

1:
Mama me in the ghetto, Walter P. Taylor Homes right 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 have to be one of them on the corner
Watch my mama struggle but she let it show much

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

From a place where kids die everyday bullets richoshet
And they don't get no cause don't nobody hear or say
Living in the last days can take the pain away
Glad somebody prayed for me 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

Only God knows why, angels come by
the children cry in the ghetto
Cause you played your

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

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

Babies having parents out living there kids
Drugs, guns, sex pretty much all of it is
I got one worry care of all of my kids
So they don't have to the struggle the same as I did
I miss my granny Betty, I miss my aunt
I think about 'em talk about 'em almost
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
baby born in the ghetto
Sending your prayers up to heaven hope they out

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

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

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