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 serving the dope fiends
I see no dreams, instead I see fiends
When I'm on the off than one
For every dollar I make the white folks make a
And I can understand why sell cain
Cause every 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 wanna try to seize the crack and drug dealin'
Know that will only lead to more and more killing
A nigga got a deal with the fucking police
I dipped in my alias and them they don't know me
For some strange they still take me in
Trying to get a nigga to do in the pen
On the motherfucking murder weapon stanking (why is that? )
they ghetto is a motherfucking trap

[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 is where I grow

Nigga as you I'm c-murder
Kicking the funky shit that you never even of
Im talking 'bout the motherfucking
Where many punk get killed ho
But I give a fuck about that g
I'm rolling with a sick ass pops
I met a kingpin he want a ki
I didn't know he was the police
I said fuck and him in his knees
And got away cross the street in trees
I started saying, "damn, he done slacked up."
Little did I know they 50 done had
All I was freeze
With three to my back I feel to my knees
I started screaming and
Everythang black, yo I'm dying
All I remember
Thought I 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 through all of that I 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 shit cause I'm tired of eating scraps
The is a trap

ed/master p]
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

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