Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto is a Trap

Just the day my brother got killed
Its might be worse where you hang, but the where I live
I see my on the corner cold serving the dope fiends
I see no dreams, instead I see more
When I'm on the off than one
For every dollar I make the white make a hundred
And I can understand why sell cain
Cause every got it good as the next man
And folks know 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 that there will only lead to more and killing
A nigga got a steal deal the fucking police
I dipped in my alias and tell them they don't me
For some strange reason they take me in
to get a nigga to do time in the pen
On the motherfucking murder weapon identity (why is that? )
Cause they is a motherfucking trap

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

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

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

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Boom, boom, boom and I'm a
But I'm tripping on life cause 50 is right 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 game, cause in the game of life it has 1 rule
your ass, count your money, don't be a fool
And fuck with a broke bitch, cause if you fuck with a broke
they get you in the fucking ditch
So you can the roll of a dummy
a bitch like you when a bitch 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 got another fucking nigga black
Or you can go out like a clucker, and end up six deep motherfucker
And listen to I say cause in the ghetto somebody else gets 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, knowing the is a trap.