Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto is a Trap

Just the other day my brother got
Its might be where you hang, but the projects where I live
I see my partners on the corner cold serving the dope
I see no dreams, instead I see fiends
I'm on the cutter off than one
For every dollar I make the white folks make a
And I can understand why niggaz cain
Cause every nigga got it good as the man
And white folks know that there will always be
Because they have a kid that's starving and broke
And now they wanna try to seize the crack and drug
Know that there only lead to more and more killing
A got a steal deal with the fucking police
I dipped in my alias and tell them 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 weapon stanking identity (why is that? )
they ghetto is a motherfucking trap

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

Nigga as you know I'm
Kicking the funky shit that you never heard of
Im 'bout the motherfucking ghetto
Where many bitches get killed ho
But I don't give a fuck that g
Cause I'm rolling a sick ass pops
I met a kingpin he want a ki
I didn't know he was the motherfucking
I said fuck and him in his knees
And got away cross the street in trees
I laughing saying, "damn, he done slacked up."
Little did I know 50 done had backup
All I heard was
three bullets to my back I feel to my knees
I started and crying
getting black, yo I'm dying
All I remember
Thought I always catch a bullet from a gang
The the ambulance came, asking me my motherfucking name
Damn I choked
six fuckin' doctors sticking tubes down my throat
But through all of that I 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 scraps
The ghetto is a

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 is where I grow

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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 that got blew
Killed in the dope game, ill probably craft on life
In the motherfucking dice game, in the game of life it has 1 rule
Watch ass, count your money, don't be a fool
And don't fuck with a broke bitch, cause if you fuck a broke
Bitch 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 better with one eye open, and keep 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 deep
And listen to what I say cause in the ghetto somebody else blowed
Away, cause has no age, smoked out dope fiends on the
Motherfucking rage, so I to be caught not strapped
When I into the ghetto, knowing the ghetto is a trap.