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

You know how the we do it
It's thug
Y'all me?
C'mon,

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

it out

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

Chorus...

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

(verse 2)
can follow me, see how gangstas walk
Real killas the strap and don't talk
Set trip, at night, we stalk
tape, bodies outlined in the chalk
I my enemies close
Last night seen a straight turn to ghost
My is to roll through round-the-clock
Keeps watch on the one down the block
You hear the click the bang-bang, then you stop
Try to run, but the chest burn you drop
My and criminals through hard time
I ride for y'all niggas, pop my nine
I do the crime, the is mine
around the clockwork, it ain't hard to find
Any block, ward or burrough, you what I speak
clients all cross the street if yo' product is weak

Chorus...

(verse 3)
Y'all fools come up on the work and try to cheat us
Cold niggas, world, catch the heaters
you bitch-ass niggas, you can't beat us
Another life lost, you never will us
Gun smoke's the I predict
down, never that, nickel slick
Try to cheat a for dollars, "holla holla"
Is the sound that you for cuttin' off the cake
Fake niggas, I yo' face, niggas
Seal your fate, no on the triggers
Ditches for the bodies I I dig bigger
Puttin mo' dick to ya than diggler
cling, bust straps, you ears 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
two times, check it out
Compton one time,
two times, bitch