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

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

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

it out

(verse 1)
My life has been like gun 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 from? what of town?
Nigga like you must be to get down"
Hold up now, cause I start to my mind
I question the place of the and what time
"speak your mind one time, you're through"
They found a bullet I stashed in my shoe
Fuck, now they tear up the car
Try to lock me in a that's as tight as a jar
But that's the way it's goin' down, the story's told
Tomorrow might be the episode

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 fucked
Ah - your luck
I said...

(verse 2)
Y'all can follow me, see how gangstas
killas spit the strap and don't talk
Set trip, murder at night, we
Yellow tape, outlined in the chalk
I my enemies close
night seen a life straight turn to ghost
My position is to through round-the-clock
Keeps watch on the one down the block
You hear the click with the bang-bang, you stop
Try to run, but the chest burn you drop
My comrads and through hard time
I ride for y'all niggas, pop goes my
I do the crime, the point is
Look around the clockwork, it hard to find
Any block, ward or burrough, you know I speak
Your clients all the street if yo' product is weak

Chorus...

(verse 3)
Y'all fools come up on the work and try to cheat us
niggas, cold-ass world, catch the heaters
Burn you bitch-ass niggas, you beat us
Another life lost, you never defeat us
Gun the outcome I predict
Locked down, that, nickel slick
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 dump I dig
mo' dick to ya than dirk diggler
Static cling, bust straps, you ears
Funeral day, the sad songs to
Nigga shoulda by now it's mines
Step now or charriots will

Chorus...

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