Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the in the building
We got Killa in the
We got Weezy in the building

Nigga, B.M, J.R, Weezy, baby
see him, naw, he need to even eighty
An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm M
An' I'm walkin' like a pimp in them all street

Man, shorty got more green than a Gems
Green Austen, they don't cost in
appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a boss up in here

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this
'Cuz Me an' 'bout to buy it
Put yo down, cash money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that's
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on pay

I'm raised in the cage, with a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's it
Real, not me, B. I'ma win it, I'm a champ

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

See, I ride on them shake when I'm them hoes
Just Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro
When it comes to this ice, livin' his life
Get money, pimpin' with these ghetto type

Nigga, the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a
Not survive in this with guns, pahs an' knifes
Pour out a lil' liquor, mami her life

All my in the penitentiary, holdin' that life
See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this chromed out
This swish interry foreign lifes
An' I keep this big toolie just my ice

I act, a damn fool, when I'm full of white
But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with ghetto stripes
hood, ghetto pipe
Ghetto walk, with my ghetto

In the ghetto life, I'm a boy
Livin' in the me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a life, any second dog, I can blow up
For me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

Ayyo, the duck born, I need seven more leaders
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74
Act up though I let the 4 fever ya
Dice game, crack, 64 fever

I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever
An' a fever for the flava of a six foot
I the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I how to cook

With the piece stocks, up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out cook up yo spots
That's how coke for that up his watch

I'm one of those, that will up to Pac
'Cuz when I get over, cook up the cops
All they say is, look at his
on my license, look at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we down with
We come through clownin',
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck the kids to the wall
Then shoot circle all the baby, Killa

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For ghetto me an' you best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Money, Baby, holla
Jim Jones, Santana, good? Roc-a-Fella
Birdman, fly to hood near you, then they got 'em
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one more