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

(master p)
I don't where I'm going to
But selling dope is the only thing I how to do
Damn indo you got to handle that dank time
I'm in the game I can't sleep at night
And mommy praying cause she know her boy living right
And I die they say I'm going out in gunsmoke
Cause I refuse to be broke up in this
See I been tripping all cause life is a damn trip
And when I leave the 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 I guess I damn lost it all
the other day I put my brother's name on the wall
Rest in peace, they killed him g
I one day somebody is going to try to kill the p
And if do I guess 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 know the tryin to kill me

repeat 2x

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

(master p)
I'm selling 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 dead
Forty g's two keys in the
on my trick, you know the p is going to smash out
Never trust nobody, can't trust my chick
And when my kids grow up they know daddy's a
Driveby's in the ghetto all night long
Call me master p, call me al capone
Because when I die they probably won't me
But I'm here those marks can't fade the p
You seeing when you mess with this dope click
But if you run on the p you get wig split
For the jealous suckers out to kill me
I'm going to reverse the game partna, can you me

repeat 2x

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

Chorus: 4x

Yeah my partna too $hort said
"get in you fit in
Just life is too $hort"