Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto is a Trap

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

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Two marks got me out of the
But the ghetto is I'm from
to the ghetto, it's a trap
But the ghetto is where I

Nigga as you know I'm
Kicking the funky shit that you even heard 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 a sick ass pops
I met a kingpin he want a ki
I didn't know he was the police
I said fuck and kicked him in his
And got cross the street in some trees
I started laughing saying, "damn, he slacked up."
Little did I know they 50 done had
All I heard was
With three bullets to my back I to my knees
I started screaming and
getting black, yo I'm dying
All I remember
I always catch a bullet from a gang member
The the ambulance came, paramedics me my motherfucking name
Damn I choked
With six fuckin' doctors tubes down my throat
But all of that I made it
Why I I live 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 tired of scraps
The ghetto is a

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Two marks got me out of the
But the ghetto is where I'm
Welcome to the ghetto, it's a
But the ghetto is I grow

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Boom, boom, boom and I'm a
But I'm tripping on life cause 50 is right round the
And mama say boy pray, better be glad it you that got blew away
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 your ass, count money, don't be a fool
And don't fuck with a bitch, cause if you fuck with a broke
Bitch they get you in the ditch
So you can play the roll of a
Think a bitch you when a bitch really like your money
Now that mean shit nigga
You better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the
Trigger, or go out like jack, died in the projects
And jill got another fucking nigga
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 else gets
Away, that has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the
Motherfucking rage, so I to be caught not strapped
When I walk into the ghetto, knowing the is a trap.