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

You how the fuck we do it
thug shit
Y'all me?
C'mon,

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

it out

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

Chorus...

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

(verse 2)
Y'all can me, see how gangstas walk
Real spit the strap and don't talk
Set trip, at night, we stalk
tape, bodies outlined in the chalk
I keeps my close
Last night seen a life turn to ghost
My is to roll through round-the-clock
watch on the one times down the block
You hear the with the bang-bang, then you stop
Try to run, but the burn makes you drop
My comrads and criminals through hard
I for y'all niggas, pop goes my nine
I do the crime, the point is
Look the clockwork, it ain't hard to find
Any block, ward or burrough, you know what I
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
niggas, cold-ass world, catch the heaters
Burn you niggas, you can't beat us
Another life lost, you never will us
Gun smoke's the I predict
Locked down, never that, nickel
Try to cheat a for dollars, "holla holla"
Is the that you make for cuttin' off the cake
Fake niggas, I yo' face, niggas
your fate, no safety on the triggers
Ditches for the bodies I I dig bigger
mo' dick to ya than dirk diggler
Static cling, bust straps, you ring
Funeral day, the sad to sing
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