Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto

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

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

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So just peep the and don't call it crap
to me, life is one hard rap
Even though my sister crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing
600 Million on a footbal
And her baby just like a dope fiend
The I tell is so incomplete
Five in the house and no food to eat
look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next door getting
Even she's got five mouths to feed
She's rather her money on a h-i-t
I always the truth about things like this
I wonder if the mayor overlooked that
Instead of adding to the task force send help
Waiting on him I'd help myself
Housing and the O.P.D
All guns just to handle me in the

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Even though they put us down and us animals
We make real big banks and buy new clothes
Drive fancy cars, make to stars
Never saying just who we are
We use names like too $hort
Sell you stuff you might for
Young kids grow up and all they know
Didn't him in school now he's slangin dope
Only he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother before he
In the ghetto, you one eye open
All day long, just hoping and
You can pay bills and not drink too much
the problems of life you'll be throwing up
Like me, but you see
Ten years from now, will you be?

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So much in a too $hort rap
Blacks can't be and whites can't be black
Why you act like someone else?
All you do is just be yourself
all the same color underneath
Short dog's in the house you'd listen to me
Never be of what you are
Proud to be black stand at heart
Even though some people you no respect
Be intelligent, you put em in check
Cause when ignorant, you get treated that way
And they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen not my fault
I'll be getting while you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse running your
While me and my try to get out

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