Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

1

long nails, of weave
dutches and a bag of
that's all a bitch like you
you from the ghetto
Reggie Miller that you push
don't be like that Cush
you gone need that bush
f**king with the
filling up my cup
run outs we don't a f**k
new get me so f**ked up
coming from the
so watch it you in tha south
and what you say out your mouth
and watch yo cuz slippers count
you in the ghetto
wife beater, nigga
slide in with bigger rims
flip a key and hit the
and go an get bigger gyms
tha hood is in the man
I'll get you in your man
some s**t outside your house
with tha size of ceiling fans
I'm the of King Kong
I'm through the Congo
I can make it clap, beat it like a bongo
cat got tongue
you tell that let you tongue go
of did this s**t right here
so gutter but the so

ghetto, country, hood,
put your hands up if you f**king s**t
ghetto, ya know of busse
twelve inch yaki, big round

way to hello, say I'm
fly with the
tell em that it is it is
I it do what it do
and i love i live
and my people love it too, cuz we

2

you in the in the projects
lights in yo name
you lock yo celly
and that's the third time yo number
transport airbrush, outside on
Valentino huggers
heel sneakers on
my feet done, too
all on the porch
you cooking in Vicki's ass
hanging out yo boy
stiletto's
and on her metro
tatted silhouettes, cuz wet is just so ghetto
game, bond man
bonds money, man
how you spend funds man
when you in the
if you make your money
and yo is off tha heezy
and yo rapper Jeezy
you are muthaf**king
hundred jeans on
tag bragging
but tha kiss yo ass
so you where them sagging
cd of the newest
and Nike's be tha of choice
candy paint,
boosters, hoes, and stores
(ghetto, so ghetto)

(1X)

3

tomboys, hot
hammer in your lap
got bitches in your bed
and robbers laying in trap
dubs on the wheela
in the headrest
and hundred dolla
cuz he was tricking tha head best
eight with chase
eviction getting served
child support, homes
on the f**king third
bootleg
Rico had kid
Income tax
you other people's kids
more hard gold teeth, tattoos
you serving out tha room
oh now you it bedrock
lace front, long
looking for a trap
now every nigga in the
he thinkin he a rap
automatic stick
out a town a brick
now watch him and watch him stick
when you in the
pills, dro, kid,
and people you don't know
weed bags, stores
it's so muthaf**in

(1X)