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 where I live
I see my partners on the corner cold serving the dope
I see no dreams, instead I see more
I'm on the cutter off than one
For every I make the white 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 always be dope
Because they always have a kid that's and broke
And now they wanna try to seize the crack and dealin'
that there will only lead to more and more killing
A nigga got a deal with the fucking police
I dipped in my alias and tell they don't know me
For some strange they still take me in
to get a nigga to do time in the pen
On the motherfucking weapon stanking identity (why is that? )
Cause ghetto is a motherfucking trap

ed/master p]
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 I grow

Nigga as you know I'm
the funky shit that you never even heard of
Im talking the motherfucking ghetto
Where many punk get killed ho
But I don't give a fuck about g
Cause I'm with a sick ass pops
I met a said he want a ki
I didn't know he was the motherfucking
I said and kicked him in his knees
And got away the street in some trees
I laughing saying, "damn, he done slacked up."
Little did I they 50 done had backup
All I heard was
three bullets to my back I feel to my knees
I screaming and crying
getting black, yo I'm dying
All I remember
Thought I always a bullet from a gang member
The the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my motherfucking
Damn I choked
With six fuckin' 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 don't give a fuck ill be out in 10
All that shit I'm tired of eating scraps
The ghetto is a

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

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