Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

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

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for young black male
Some see me in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin'
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
Just at me
Against all odds, though life is we carry on
Livin' in the projects, with no lights on
To all the seeds that me
your essence
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun every night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
day somebody bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the plan
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take this projects
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life when
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) a funny 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 even tho we were going our drama i would
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac