Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto's Tryin to Kill Me

(master p)
I don't know where I'm to
But selling is the only thing I knows how to do
indo you got to handle that dank time tonight
I'm in the game I can't sleep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living
And when I die they say I'm out in gunsmoke
Cause I refuse to be broke up in this
See I been tripping all life cause life is a damn
And when I the house you know I'm carrying an extra clip
See in the things all gone change
I thought I'd grow up to be the dope man
But in reality I guess I damn it all
Just the day I put my brother's name on the wall
in peace, yeah they killed him g
I know one day somebody is to try to kill the p
And if they do I it was my time to go
But if they miss me you will be reading about dead folks
In other words can you fell me and if you from my
You the ghetto's tryin to kill me

repeat 2x

The ghetto's to kill me
They send me to the pen but doing time doesn't scare me

(master p)
I'm dope and my baby mommy she wants me to quit
But I can't because the game gives me
See in the game my partnas depend on me
So when I go out I'm going out like my homies
Forty g's two keys in the
Po-po's on my trick, you the p is going to smash out
Never trust nobody, even trust my chick
And when my kids grow up know daddy's a lunitic
in the ghetto happen all night long
Call me master p, killer me al capone
Because when I die probably won't remember me
But while I'm those marks can't fade the p
You seeing fatal you mess with this dope click
But if you run on the p you get wig split
For the jealous suckers that's out to me
I'm going to the game partna, can you feel me

Chorus: 2x

(silkk)
I lost 2 in the gear and I can't cope
I try to go straight, but I still end up dope
Reminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the
I never thought my occupation was to be the dope game
Two keys a day, you see so much coke
o'clock in the morning chopping up dope
Reaching for my gat as I hear the slightest noise
come from a funeral, and it got me paranoid
Having flashbacks of this fool I smocked my gat
He living, if he's real he'll be back
But if I'm going out I'm going out with a
Suckers because silkk riding on those thangs
Having visions on how I'm to die g
Will I die up in this or will I die in my sleep
That's why I'm packing a p, y'all should me
I ain't paranoid, I know this ghetto is tryin to me

Chorus: 4x

Yeah like my partna too $hort
"get in you fit in
Just remember is too $hort"