Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it to wake up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People at you like youse the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
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, that's why my hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for twenty South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
And what they don't will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to it
mad Newport's cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to fatal
Pictures of actions be back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this black male
Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why shed tears? Save your
My years were 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, broke no lights on
To all the seeds that me
protect your
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
Crooked on sight 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)
Every day bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the plan
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to take over projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Cause thats the life when
in the (ghetto) oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto)
Thats the life ur
in the (ghetto)oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

(talking) It's a funny thing i kinda how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a dude
yo i kno him we two individual people we a coastal
beef but even tho we going thru our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz aint no comin bac