Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
look at you like youse the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts my crew, flippin over 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for casket and moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And what don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of actions be back
in the of mashin'
No fairy for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed Save your sympathy
My childhood years were buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you then you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the seeds follow me
protect your
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun shots every in the (ghetto)
Crooked on sight in the (ghetto)
day is a fight in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the master
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to over this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Cause the life when your
in the (ghetto) oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto)
Thats the when ur
in the (ghetto)oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

(talking) It's a thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a strong
yo i kno him we two individual people we a coastal
beef but tho we were going thru our drama i would
never death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac