Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto is a Trap

Just the other day my got killed
Its might be worse where you hang, but the where I live
I see my partners on the cold serving the dope fiends
I see no dreams, I see more fiends
When I'm on the cutter off one
For every dollar I make the folks make a hundred
And I can understand why niggaz cain
every nigga got it good as the next man
And white folks know that there will be dope
Because they always have a kid starving and broke
And now they wanna try to seize the and drug dealin'
that 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 reason they still take me in
to get a nigga to do time in the pen
On the murder weapon stanking identity (why is that? )
they ghetto is a motherfucking trap

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

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

ed/master p]
Two marks got me out of the
But the is where I'm from
Welcome to the ghetto, a trap
But the ghetto is where I

p]
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 wasn't you that got blew
Killed in the dope game, ill probably craft on life
In the motherfucking dice game, cause in the of life it has 1 rule
Watch 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 ditch
So you can play the roll of a
Think a like you when a bitch really like your money
Now that don't mean shit
You better with one eye open, and keep you finger on the fucking
Trigger, or go out like jack, jack in the projects
And jill got another nigga black
Or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six deep motherfucker
And listen to what I say cause in the ghetto somebody else blowed
Away, cause that has no age, smoked out fiends on the
Motherfucking rage, so I refuse to be not strapped
When I walk into the ghetto, the ghetto is a trap.