Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto is a Trap

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

ed/master p]
Two marks got me out of the
But the ghetto is where I'm
to the ghetto, it's a trap
But the ghetto is I grow

Nigga as you know I'm
Kicking the funky shit you never even heard of
Im talking the motherfucking ghetto
Where many punk bitches get ho
But I don't give a fuck about g
Cause I'm rolling with a sick ass
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 cross the street in some
I laughing saying, "damn, he done slacked up."
Little did I know they 50 had backup
All I heard was
With three bullets to my I feel to my knees
I started and crying
Everythang getting black, yo I'm
All I remember
Thought I always catch a from a gang member
The the ambulance came, paramedics asking me my name
Damn I almost
With six fuckin' doctors tubes down my throat
But through all of I made it
Why I I live man, I think I'm crazy
Now I'm going to the pen, but I give a fuck cause ill be out in 10
All that shit cause I'm tired of eating
The ghetto is a

ed/master p]
Two got me out of the ghetto
But the is where I'm from
Welcome to the ghetto, it's a
But the ghetto is where I

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 glad it wasn't you got blew away
Killed in the game, ill probably craft that on life
In the motherfucking game, cause in the game 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 fucking
So you can play the of a dummy
Think a bitch like you a bitch really like your money
Now that don't shit nigga
You better sleep with one eye open, and keep you finger on the
Trigger, or go out like jack, jack in the projects
And got another fucking nigga black
Or you can go out a clucker, and end up six feet deep motherfucker
And listen to what I say cause in the somebody else gets blowed
Away, cause that has no age, smoked out fiends on the
rage, so I refuse to be caught not strapped
When I walk the ghetto, knowing the ghetto is a trap.