Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto is a Trap

Just the other day my brother got
Its be worse where you hang, but the projects where I live
I see my partners on the corner cold the dope fiends
I see no dreams, instead I see more
When I'm on the cutter off one
For every I make the white folks make a hundred
And I can understand why niggaz sell
Cause every nigga got it good as the man
And white folks that there will always be dope
Because they always have a kid starving and broke
And now they try to seize the crack and drug dealin'
Know there will only lead to more and more killing
A got a steal deal with the fucking police
I dipped in my alias and tell they don't know me
For some strange reason they still me in
Trying to get a to do time in the pen
On the motherfucking murder weapon identity (why is that? )
they ghetto is a motherfucking trap

[big p]
Two marks got me out of the
But the ghetto is I'm from
Welcome to the ghetto, a trap
But the is where I grow

Nigga as you know I'm
Kicking the funky shit that you never even of
Im talking the motherfucking ghetto
Where many bitches get killed ho
But I give a fuck about that g
Cause I'm rolling with a ass pops
I met a said he want a ki
I didn't know he was the police
I said fuck and him in his knees
And got away cross the in some trees
I laughing saying, "damn, he done slacked up."
did I know they 50 done had backup
All I heard was
With bullets to my back I feel to my knees
I started screaming and
Everythang getting black, yo I'm
All I could
Thought I catch a bullet from a gang member
The the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherfucking
Damn I choked
six fuckin' doctors sticking tubes down my throat
But through all of I made it
Why I wanna I live man, I think I'm
Now I'm going to the pen, but I give a fuck cause ill be out in 10
All that shit cause I'm of eating scraps
The ghetto is a

[big p]
Two got me out of the ghetto
But the is where I'm from
to the ghetto, it's a trap
But the ghetto is I grow

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Boom, boom, and I'm a gonner
But I'm tripping on life cause 50 is right the corner
And mama say boy pray, better be glad it you that got blew away
Killed in the dope game, ill probably craft that on
In the motherfucking dice game, cause in the game of it has 1 rule
your ass, count your money, don't be a fool
And don't fuck with a broke bitch, cause if you fuck with a
Bitch they get you in the fucking
So you can play the of a dummy
Think a bitch like you a bitch really like your money
Now don't mean shit nigga
You sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the fucking
Trigger, or go out like jack, jack died in the
And jill got fucking nigga black
Or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six feet deep
And listen to what I say cause in the ghetto somebody gets blowed
Away, that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the
Motherfucking rage, so I refuse to be caught not
When I walk into the ghetto, knowing the is a trap.