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 medal
And if you make it out you should get a gold
Always told me I could be what I
I don't have to be one of people on the corner
Watch my mama struggle but she never let it show

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

From a place where kids die cause bullets richoshet
And they get no justice cause don't nobody hear or say
Living in the last days what can take the pain
Glad somebody prayed for me that I'm not 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 stand by
Hear the cry in the ghetto
Cause you your part

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

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

having babies parents out living there kids
Drugs, guns, sex pretty all of that it is
I got one worry take 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 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
Another born in the ghetto
Sending your up to heaven hope they work out

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

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

I'm riding Jefferson, yeah 1803
God gave me protection, up on these streets
Got gone to heaven, it could've been me
And I still got in the ghetto and I love them, and they love me

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I'm down Jefferson, yeah 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 ghetto and I love them, and love me