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 told me I could be 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 thank you so much cause times got
I know I it this far cause you played your part
Hustled for our 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 cause don't nobody hear or say
Living in the last days what can the pain away
Glad somebody prayed for me I'm not ashamed to say nah

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

God knows why, angels come stand by
Hear the cry in the ghetto
Cause you played your

2:
Could you imagine coming to your lights out
Wearing your cousin's hand me down type
Having no type of figure cause he ran out
Sending your up to heaven hope they 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 can't speak I'ma be the voice

For that child no hope for the future
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 future
Mama pray for me, please pray for me
a struggle outside everyday for me
The fast life temptation faithfully
I make it out the ghetto not the place for me

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

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

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

Could you imagine coming to your lights out
Wearing your cousin hand me type lifestyle
no type of male figure 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 to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got people in the ghetto and I them, and they love me

Outro: 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 people in the ghetto and I love them, and love me