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 fiends
I see no dreams, instead I see more
When I'm on the off than one
For dollar I make the white folks make a hundred
And I can why niggaz sell cain
every nigga got it good as the next man
And white know that there will always be dope
Because they have a kid that's starving and broke
And now they wanna try to seize the and drug dealin'
Know that will only lead to more and more killing
A nigga got a steal with the fucking police
I dipped in my alias and tell them they know me
For strange reason they still take me in
Trying to get a to do time in the pen
On the motherfucking murder stanking identity (why is that? )
they ghetto is a motherfucking trap

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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 where I

Nigga as you I'm c-murder
Kicking the shit that you never even heard of
Im talking 'bout the motherfucking
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 said he want a ki
I didn't know he was the motherfucking
I fuck and kicked him in his knees
And got away the street in some trees
I started laughing saying, "damn, he done up."
Little did I know they 50 done had
All I heard was
With three bullets to my back I feel to my
I started screaming and
Everythang 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 name
Damn I almost
With six fuckin' doctors sticking tubes down my
But all of that I made it
Why I wanna I live man, I I'm crazy
Now I'm going to the pen, but I don't give a fuck ill be out in 10
All shit cause I'm tired of eating scraps
The ghetto is a

ed/master 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

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