Luyện nghe bài hát So Ghetto

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How we do
Primo,
History in the
go

Uhh,
Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
I the murder-murder-murderous
Mur-mur-ma-murderous

I keep the
Gah-gah-ga-gangsta beat, me? Uhh
I that Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh,

Yo.. career crook, rap Brooklyn like me
Jigga-Man, Volume 3, I'm back lookin me
Stop the presses, baby girls, drop your
B-K lick a shot for Big in heaven
Ever I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out of the question, stop the
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's
My whole crew up in this
We corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
You'll be a black suit a long time
I put crew in hard bottoms
The is like, "God's got him
He never did to nobody but them boys shot him"
Brandish iron, buyin
Bentley Coupes, not just simply the truth
We all from the ghetto, difference, we go back
Back up in D&D on this track, listen

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg, baby ride rims"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in with me
"You him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck me
"You can love me or me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls fall in love me
"Roc-a-Fella the whole block down"

Wednesday's I'm up in Shine, Cheetah's Monday
I'm fuckin with the model chicks night at Life
So I'm cruisin in the car with this boozy
She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the off"
Hit a U-turn; ma I'm you back off
of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"
Thug nigga til the end, a friend bitch
Won't change for no paper plus I been
Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen crushin em
Women fuckin them HUH?
You see I for the love of the street
Rap to the ruggedest
closet cluttered with heat
I spit murder-murder-murder
that shit
ma
We tote guns to the Grammy's, pop bottles on the White House
Guess I'm the same old Shawn

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't fuck with me
"Iceberg, Slim baby rims"
I'm so gutter, ghetto fall in love with me
"You him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna with me
"You can me or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, girls fall in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the whole down"

I'm the M-to-the-A-baby-R-C-Y
So hard for me to let the larceny die
see me in the streets with no bodyguards
just two big guns body your squad
Could be scheamin on me? Probably are
Jigga's a joke nigga? Hardy har
I Brook-Brook-Brooklyn every time I bust
Radio's gotta play me I cuss too much
Magazine said I'm shallow, I never learned to
they put me on they cover cause I earn for them
Soon as I sell too much, them turn on him
cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for
I spit that murder-murder-murderous everytime a
iller Verbal Kint is or O-Dog in "Menace"
I'm ill, to finish, I rip apart contenders
I'm hot,

I'm so gangsta chicks don't wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg, baby ride rims"
I'm so gutter, ghetto fall in love with me
"You know him well" "by the of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy chicks don't wanna fuck me
"You can me or hate me" "Jay-Z"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls in love with me
"Roc-a-Fella lock the block down"

I'm so gangsta chicks don't wanna fuck with me, uhh
I'm so gutter, girls
Heheh, (uhh, uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh),
Uhh, yeah, funk, yeah, with me, yeah, beyotch,
Jigga, yeah, Primo, yeah, gangsta, yeah, niggaz,
Brooklyn,