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 a time in the ghetto you're stuck
In the ghetto fucked
Ah - press luck
I said upon a time in the ghetto
You're
Once a time in the ghetto
like you

it out

(verse 1)
My life has been like gun blast night
Stop the car, searched down with a
"where's the gun? where's the "
The drive-by last week they try to pin, there's no
Wishin' I wasn't the victim, yet the suspect
Waitin to run a check
"what set you from? side of town?
Nigga like you must be to get down"
up now, cause I start to speak my mind
I question the place of the and what time
"speak your one more time, you're through"
They found a bullet that I in my shoe
Fuck, now gon' tear 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 gang story's
Tomorrow might be the episode

Chorus...

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

(verse 2)
can follow me, see how gangstas walk
Real killas the strap and don't talk
Set trip, murder at night, we
Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the
I my enemies close
Last night seen a life straight to ghost
My position is to roll round-the-clock
Keeps watch on the one times down the
You hear the with the bang-bang, then you stop
Try to run, but the chest burn you drop
My and criminals through hard time
I for y'all niggas, pop goes my nine
I do the crime, the point is
Look around the clockwork, it 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 up short on the work and try to cheat us
Cold niggas, world, catch the heaters
you bitch-ass niggas, you can't beat us
Another lost, you never will defeat us
Gun smoke's the outcome I
Locked down, that, nickel slick
Try to cheat a for dollars, "holla holla"
Is the sound you make for cuttin' off the cake
niggas, I hate yo' face, niggas
Seal your fate, no on the triggers
for the bodies I dump I dig bigger
Puttin mo' dick to ya than dirk
Static cling, bust straps, you ring
Funeral day, the sad songs to
Nigga shoulda known by now mines
Step now or charriots swing

Chorus...

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