Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto

I dedicate to my world doug strugglers
I hope metafy you with and all hustling
I'm busting, for y'all
Cause my niggas on tha realer
Beground streets for stacking peeler
For the dealers, save back on your
And with these who do
You get the and then get of the street
Ya'll remember, you'll give the money and the dope to me
Cause I wont a shee to a nigga starvin
So we can fluss and blow weed hangin' the warden
How many niggas on the quad who don't giva a
struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub
I'm a homie out the hood who did something
So why are you
I'm in for ten years and I'll wanted
You me homie!
Or do you try to it to the dumdums
They you niggas
And niggas try steel they come 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 this game, but true
Be sure that you'll the power, and that's you
Never the neighbourhood were it started
The ghette south is my hood and my hearts with the...

Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I get out of here



I get out of here

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I represent the southeast, of
Millenium muthafucka and kay-doo ya at
(one time) tha rockas
muthafuckas being talkin' for so long
But now I'm down with the clik and it's on
Give a fuck you're from nigga
And kay-doo represtentin
That nigga is a fact lived in it
Now look at me, y'all can't steel
For all niggas talking that shit, I'm still strapping
Will I ya?
Niggas all that hot capit
Niggas packin' in fake and it happning
Will you think smacking
That yellow is steady packing
The of the ghetto slangin
And car
Nigga, I acting
I was up in this bitch
the o.p's and all down to the eastwike
Even flat joe's and the lingwood is all hood
For the your all driving is all hood
The

I can't get out of

Ice
I got give it up to my niggas
In the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto
Geting rich
Knowing that the steam in the book flip the
Quick to get my telephone on in my mama's name
ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage,
You ain't fucking with hustla with street knolledge
9 to 5
Still twenties on the side
Try to get by the
I'm dollars out of fifty cents
Got the big body benz, the wheels 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 gotot strap a lie like a singer
Puting your to sleep
And turn of ring and you can catch me on banewick
Looking in a six
And some on my wrist
Now picture
You got to blow, cause to many out for mr. jackson's dope
Ya'll got to go, to the ghetto

Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I get out of here



I can't get out of

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Deathwall is the
When the mic be
As twice as shipp to my homies who write me in te pine
Now the sale is hell but kids keep me mail
With their laberty bell, so I can tell you the half
And who got cow for riches, and bithces,
I'm making
I when I just to get beat with extensioncars
And we slanged by to see were my was
Started stealing out of my perce
Now that gone
She lives thrue my
And it sure
I couldn't treated her worse then in the ghetto
And turn our womens wideows
Sick to see my homie that I ain't with, 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 chance baby take it
I was the last mothafucka in the world who I would make it
But at me now, a six on the beach in greeze
Check from the muthafucka stretts of the

Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I get out of here



I can't get out of