Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto

I dedicate this to my world strugglers
I hope metafy you with peace and all
I'm busting, for niggas
Cause your my niggas on tha
Beground these streets for peeler
For the dealers, save back on teams
And underrestamate with who do
You get the paper and get of the street
Ya'll remember, you'll never give the money and the to me
Cause I give a shee to a nigga starvin
So we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the
How many niggas on the quad who don't a fuck
Survivin struggls hiting licks out the
I'm just a out the hood who did something
So why are you
I'm in for ten years and still wanted
You me homie!
Or do you try to tell it to the
They you niggas
And niggas try steel were they from
I bring the front to all my homies out
a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding
Sange, and fange in game, but it's true
Be sure that respecting the power, and that's you
Never forget the neighbourhood it started
The ghette eight is my hood and my hearts with the...

Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of



I get out of here

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I the southeast, of southeast
Millenium muthafucka and kay-doo ya at
(one time) bring tha
Cause muthafuckas talkin' for so long
But now I'm down the innerface clik and it's on
Give a fuck were you're nigga
And kay-doo always
That nigga is a fact lived in it
Now look at me, y'all can't rabbit
For all niggas talking that shit, I'm still strapping
I strapp ya?
Niggas all that hot capit
Niggas in fake and it ain't happning
Will you think we're
That yellow road is packing
The of the ghetto slangin
And car
Nigga, I ain't
I was brought up in bitch
From the o.p's and all to the eastwike
Even flat joe's and the lingwood is all hood
For the christ your all is all hood
The

I get out of here

Ice
I got it up to my ghetto niggas
In the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto
Geting rich
Knowing that the in the book flip the gang
to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name
This slang is some shit thatcan beat collage,
You ain't fucking with this hustla with knolledge
9 to 5
Still fliping on the side
Try to get by the
I'm making out of fifty cents
Got the big body benz, with the on it
A celuarphone no bills on it
Get your ass on this, got to fill on, want it
Baby, on it, and I can put the kill on it
You strap a nigga lie like a singer
your baby to sleep
And turn of ring and you can catch me on banewick
sick in a six
And schweiz on my wrist
Now picture
You got to blow, to many niggas out for mr. jackson's dope
niggas got to go, to the ghetto

Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I get out of here



I get out of here

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is the site
When the mic be
As twice as shipp to my homies who write me in te pine
Now the sale is hell but kids sending me mail
their laberty bell, so I can tell you about the half
And who got cow for riches, and bithces,
I'm making
I remember when I just to get with extensioncars
And we by to see were my house was
Started stealing out of my mama's
Now that gone
She thrue my songs
And it hurts
I couldn't have treated her then in the ghetto
And turn our womens wideows
to see my homie that I ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with
in a casket.
To my we can reach the top
But you got a to get of the pop
If you see your chance baby it
I was the last mothafucka in the world who I would make it
But look at me now, a six on the in greeze
Check the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto

Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of



I get out of here