Luyện nghe bài hát Uplift

Yeah, just ghetto, kid test the devil to hit the next level
Wish they was a rebel cerebral metal
Inflex the with the peddle to the metal
In a thug's paradise love have a price
So we love for life like thugs the night
sell drugs for ice for the Benz with bug lights
Some hug mics to the world, like parasites
The likes lethal, the mics you
A sneak preview, watch what we do and the hood teach you
I still see through the eye of a
So I can watch people cause slug backwards is

Yo, what's this? Yo bust this. Yo it's to up lift
They think all we do is clips and puff splifs
And plush whips and clutch chips and chicks
Flont rocks like Fort Knox and hog
Taunt cops with more props and we not
Panhandling with your mans and
Scrambling, gambling, to win
While the cops clock em, flock em
watch em, traders wanna top em
Ay yo the problem
Before the narcs knock em opposite plot to rob em
The got em, my man said it's rough at the bottom

Ghetto alert, let's do work to get rid of the curse
We went from 1st to America's
On this competitive turf, now inherit the earth
There's more prize for one another, and call
12 00 Til the next drop
All year around they shuffle non stop
You think it's rough at the bottom, it's rougher on top
My peeps gonna have to and turn for me
And side of the street'll be celly
Ain't nothing funny, burn plenty and money
And earn money and watch the century 20

We all should, from the woods to the big and the small hood
Everybody should be welcome to the ball if we all
But we fall we brawl, yo it ain't all good
We need to right, stay tight with ya air alight
Keep game tight, no need to play trife
Get cheese from the to the late night
And it's shouldn't take death to life
Before a lot parish, we got to cherish if let us
Let's give prop and merits till the block
In this metropolis, on top of this
You know what the prophet is, be

Now we
the next person, it'll be less hurting
Or left lurkin, while we kept our dreads
Connect set for certain, total
Last to advance and stash grands
If you have plans to have fam and mad
Own shine, crime or hold 9s
I know the problem is, killing our own kind
To my flame throwers, train sober, soldiers
Stay sane so pretty dames can hold us
Terror terrain and Range Rovers so the train goers
Claim your fame, maintain, till game's over

Ghetto alert, do whatever work to get rid of the curse
We went from 1st to America's
On competitive turf, now let's inherit the earth
more prize for one another, and call shots
12 00 Til the ball drop
All year around plus they non stop
You think it's rough at the bottom, even rougher on top
My peeps gonna have to and turn for me
And everybody's side of the be celly
Ain't funny, burn plenty and burn money
And earn money and the century turn 20