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 ghetto you're
Ah - press your
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 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 check
"what set you from? side of town?
like you must be ready to get down"
Hold up now, cause I start to my mind
I question the place of the ride and time
"speak your mind one more time, through"
found a bullet that I stashed in my shoe
Fuck, now they tear up the car
Try to lock me in a cell that's as 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 time n' the you're stuck
In the you're fucked
Ah - press luck
I said...

(verse 2)
Y'all can follow me, see how gangstas
Real killas the strap and don't talk
Set trip, at night, we stalk
tape, bodies outlined in the chalk
I keeps my close
Last seen a life straight turn to ghost
My position is to roll 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 and criminals through hard time
I ride for niggas, pop goes my nine
I do the crime, the is mine
Look around the clockwork, it ain't hard to
Any block, ward or burrough, you know what I
Your clients all cross the street if yo' is weak

Chorus...

(verse 3)
Y'all fools come up short on the and try to cheat us
Cold niggas, world, catch the heaters
Burn you niggas, you can't beat us
life lost, you never will defeat us
Gun the outcome I predict
down, never that, nickel slick
Try to cheat a for dollars, "holla holla"
Is the sound that you make for 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' to ya than dirk diggler
cling, bust straps, you ears ring
Funeral day, the sad songs to
Nigga known by now it's mines
Step now or charriots swing

Chorus...

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