Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto

Talking bout the funky funky ghetto
to survive, trying to stay alive

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Even though the are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a pipe in their
Old school buddies not doing it
Every day the same
And it's the same every
I wouldn't shoot you bro but I'd shoot that
If he me close and tried to test my cool
Every day I wonder just how die
Only thing I is how to survive
There's only one in the real world
And that's to take care of you, you and yours
dealing with the hard times day after day
Might me some dope but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to into my house again
Thought he got off early time in the pen
Even though my brothers do me like that
I get a lot of love so I'm giving it to the

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So just peep the game and don't call it
to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked cocaine
She was months pregnant, ain't nothing changed
600 Million on a footbal
And her baby dies just like a fiend
The story I is so incomplete
kids in the house and no food to eat
Don't look at me and ask me why
Mama's next door high
Even though she's got five mouths to
She's spend her money on a h-i-t
I always tell the truth things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked list
of adding to the task force send some help
Waiting on him I'd help myself
authority and the O.P.D
All guns just to handle me in the

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though they put us down and call us animals
We real big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make love to
really saying just who we are
We use alias like too $hort
Sell you you might kill for
kids grow up and that's all they know
Didn't teach him in now he's slangin dope
thing he knows is how to survive
But he kill another brother before he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye
All day long, hoping and hoping
You can pay bills and not drink too much
Then the problems of life be throwing up
Like me, but you see
Ten years from now, where you be?

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So game in a too $hort rap
Blacks can't be white and whites be black
Why you wanna act like else?
All you do is just be yourself
We're all the same color
Short in the house you'd better listen to me
be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand at heart
Even some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated way
And when they throw you in jail you got to say
So if you listen it's not my fault
I'll be getting while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse your mouth
While me and my try to get out

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