Luyện nghe bài hát Once Upon a Time N' The Ghetto

You how the fuck we do it
It's shit
wit' me?
C'mon,

Hey...
Once upon a time in the ghetto you're
In the you're fucked
Ah - press luck
I said upon a time in the ghetto
You're
Once upon a time in the
It's you

it out

(verse 1)
My has been like gun blast every night
Stop the car, down with a flashlight
"where's the gun? the dope? "
The last week they try to pin, there's no hope
Wishin' I wasn't the victim, better yet the
Waitin to run a check
"what set you what side of town?
Nigga you must be ready to get down"
up now, cause I start to speak my mind
I question the place of the ride and what
"speak your mind one more time, through"
They found a bullet I stashed in my shoe
Fuck, now gon' tear up the car
Try to lock me in a that's as tight as a jar
But the way it's goin' down, the gang story's told
might be the same episode

Chorus...

Once upon a n' the ghetto you're through
Once upon a time n' the I'm like you
upon a time n' the ghetto you're stuck
In the ghetto you're
Ah - press luck
I said...

(verse 2)
Y'all can follow me, see how walk
Real killas spit the strap and don't
Set trip, murder at night, we
Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the
I my enemies close
Last night a life straight turn to ghost
My position is to roll through
Keeps on the one times down the block
You the click with the bang-bang, then you stop
Try to run, but the chest burn makes you
My comrads and criminals hard time
I ride for y'all niggas, pop my nine
I do the crime, the is mine
Look around the clockwork, it hard to find
Any block, ward or burrough, you what I speak
Your clients all cross the street if yo' product is

Chorus...

(verse 3)
fools come up short on the work and try to cheat us
Cold niggas, world, catch the heaters
Burn you niggas, you can't beat us
Another life lost, you will defeat us
Gun the outcome I predict
Locked down, never that, nickel
Try to a nigga for dollars, "holla holla"
Is the sound that you make for cuttin' off the
Fake niggas, I hate yo' face,
Seal your fate, no safety on the
Ditches for the I dump I dig bigger
Puttin mo' to ya than dirk diggler
Static cling, bust straps, you ring
Funeral day, the sad songs to
Nigga shoulda known by now mines
now or charriots will swing

Chorus...

Hoo-bangin' one time, it out
Hoo-bangin' two times, it out
one time, nigga
Compton two times,