Luyện nghe bài hát So Ghetto

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How we do
Primo,
in the making
go

Uhh,
Uh-huh-uh-uhh, uhh
I spit the
SHIT

I the gangsta-gangsta-gangsta
beat, feel me? Uhh
I spit Brooklyn-Brooklyn-Brook
Uh-uhh, uh-huh-uh-uhh,

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

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks wanna fuck with me
"Iceberg, Slim baby rims"
I'm so gutter, ghetto girls in love with me
"You him well" "by the name of Jigga"
I'm so gangsta prissy don't wanna fuck 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"

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 boozy broad
She said, "Jigga-Man you rich, take the off"
Hit a ma I'm droppin you back off
of the club, "Jigga why you do that for?"
Thug nigga til the end, tell a friend
Won't change for no paper I been rich
Eighty-eight been hustlin, linen been em
Women been fuckin HUH?
You see I for the love of the street
Rap to the ruggedest
closet cluttered with heat
I that murder-murder-murder
Brook-Brook-a-Brooklyn shit
ma
We tote guns to the Grammy's, pop on the White House lawn
Guess I'm the same old Shawn

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

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

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

I'm so gangsta prissy chicks 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,