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 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 folks a hundred
And I can understand why sell cain
Cause every nigga got it as the next man
And white folks know that there will be dope
Because they have a kid that's starving and broke
And now they wanna try to seize the crack and dealin'
Know that there will only lead to more and more
A nigga got a steal deal with the fucking
I dipped in my and tell them they don't know me
For some strange reason still 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

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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 where I

Nigga as you know I'm
Kicking the funky that you never even heard of
Im talking 'bout the motherfucking
Where many bitches get killed ho
But I give a fuck about that g
Cause I'm rolling a sick ass pops
I met a said he want a ki
I didn't he was the motherfucking police
I said and kicked him in his knees
And got cross the street in some trees
I started laughing saying, "damn, he slacked up."
Little did I know 50 done had backup
All I was freeze
With three to my back I feel to my knees
I started and crying
Everythang getting black, yo I'm
All I remember
Thought I always catch a bullet from a member
The the ambulance came, asking me my motherfucking name
I almost choked
With six fuckin' doctors sticking down my throat
But through all of I made it
Why I wanna I live man, I think I'm
Now I'm going to the pen, but I don't give a cause ill be out in 10
All that shit cause I'm of eating scraps
The ghetto is a

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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 where I

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