Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
People at you like youse the user
drugs 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 Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 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 to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they don't know will on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't to hear it
mad Newport's cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have your gat in cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be played
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this black male
see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My childhood years were spent my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, to breathe
If you believe then you can
Just at me
Against all odds, life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the seeds that me
protect your
Born with less, but you still

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 coke and in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he start to bust he like to ask, next?
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I 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 funny thing i kinda realized how 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we were going our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no bac