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

(master p)
I don't where I'm going to
But selling is the only thing I knows how to do
Damn indo you got to handle that dank time
I'm deep in the I can't sleep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy ain't living
And I die they say I'm going out in gunsmoke
Cause I refuse to be up in this ghetto
See I been tripping all life cause life is a trip
And when I leave the you know I'm carrying an extra clip
See in the 90's things all change
I thought I'd grow up to be the dope man
But in reality I I damn lost it all
Just the other day I put my brother's on the wall
Rest in peace, yeah 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 be reading about some dead folks
In words can you fell me and if you from my hood
You the ghetto's tryin to kill me

repeat 2x

The ghetto's trin to me
They might send me to the pen but doing time scare me

(master p)
I'm selling dope and my mommy she wants me to quit
But I because the game gives me dividends
See in the game my hella depend on me
So when I go out I'm out like my dead 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, can't even trust my
And when my kids grow up they daddy's a lunitic
Driveby's in the ghetto happen all long
Call me master p, call me al capone
when I die they probably won't remember me
But I'm here those marks can't fade the p
You seeing fatal when you mess with dope click
But if you run on the p you get wig split
For the jealous suckers out to kill me
I'm to reverse the game partna, can you feel me

Chorus: 2x

(silkk)
I lost 2 brothers in the gear and I cope
I try to go straight, but I still end up selling
Reminiscing on my childhood, but it ain't the
I never my occupation was going to be the dope game
Two keys a day, you never see so much
Three o'clock in the morning chopping up
Reaching for my gat as I hear the slightest noise
come from a funeral, and it got me paranoid
Having flashbacks of this I smocked with my gat
He living, if he's he'll be coming back
But if I'm going out I'm going out with a
Suckers jealous because silkk riding on 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 feel me
I ain't paranoid, I know ghetto is tryin to kill me

repeat 4x

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