Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

[Man
Ok, we got the in the building (the birdman)
We got in the building (yeah)
We got Young Weezy in the (Weezy)

1: Lil' Wayne]
Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, baby
Tryna see him, naw, he to even eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't G's, I'm talkin M
And I'm walkin like a in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims
Man shorty got more green a Boston Gems
(?) , they don't cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin up in here
How much it cost for here?
How much it for this year?
Me and Stunna bout to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Cash Money off the
I pass in a ride on triot, that's
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on pay
I'm in the cajun cage, with a bit of amazing grace
And prone to move coke at a pace
Man my daddy Dave, let's race it
not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a champ

TQ]
In the life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the streeeeeets
(Somebody tell me what's before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow
For ghetto me, and you best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto

2: Baby]
Aye, aye, at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman
See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm pimpin hoes (beyotch!)
It's just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin dro
When it comes to this ice, livin his life
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, these ghetto type
Nigga the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hoodrich nigga flippin on a bike
Not survive in this with guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a lil' liquor, mami lost her
All my in the penitentiary holdin that life
See I'm stunnin for my niggas with this chromed out
swish interry foreign german lifes (beyotch)
And I this big toolie just protect my ice (holla at me nigga)
I act, a damn fool, I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch)
But it's the Birdman daddy with these stripes
hood (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter)
Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto (Beyotch)

TQ]
In the life, I'm a ghetto boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be watchin
Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Life

3: Cam'Ron]
Uh-huh, Diplomats, man
Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven more
C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a fever (what else)
Act up I let the Fo' fever leave ya (leave ya)
Dice game, head crack, Six-Fo' (fever)
When I'm in L.A., I got Six-Fo' (fever)
for the flava of a six-foot diva (let 'em know)
I the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook
Out to juuust, not a (?) know how to cook
With the stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done up the block
Send to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss
That's how coke for cook up his watch (what else though?)
I'm one of those, will look up to Pac (why?)
'cause when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, what)
All they say is, at his drop (what else?)
Hand on my liscence, look at his (fuck em)
But, thug shit dogg, we down with (baby)
We come through baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, the kids to the wall
shoot circle all around the baby, Killa!

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the streeeeeets
I'm a life, any second dogg I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Life

talking]
It's man, Killa!
Diplomats, Money
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, good, Roc-a-Fella
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)

talking]

Fly, to hood you
Then they got 'em (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get call out one more time
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x
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