Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

Back in the when I was tryin' to come up in the rap game
Livin' like a [unverified], bustlin' spare
Drivin' a bucket, in a shack
Tryin' to make the out of what I had, usin' a pen and pad

was this girlie that I wanted to get with
Who never gave me no play, I wasn't rollin'
She said I was too ghetto and that a brother the ghetto
Couldn't give her nothin' but times and trouble

But bein' I was young and
And thinkin' bout the putang, had me sprung
I used to play myself late at night over her house, drinkin 40s
Standin' on the front porch oldies

And even though her father to run me away
I used to creep around the and hit the back gate
Tappin' on her window, givin' her the serenade
And it went way

got somethin' that keeps my head in a spin
You've got somethin' that makes me give in
You've got somethin' that turns my head all
You've got somethin' takes me all down

I to ask her all the time, "Yo, why do you play me?"
It matter that I didn't drive a Mercedes
She said that I was probably only good for babies
And my physical appearance makes me crazy

She said that, "You look like you bang, or maybe even
And if you wanna be me, you gotta rearrange"
But I wasn't to get a flattop or go in a suit
And back in a new BMW

She her parents wouldn't approve of the way that I looked, see
And plus you got to give me
You wanna get laid? You keep me paid
That's when she lost me, man, 'cause I payin' for the ying-yang

And even though I'm bad
I feel like this, I can't miss what I had
So I gave it a last shot and before I walked away
I hit her with the ghetto

You've got somethin' that keeps my in a spin
You've got somethin' that makes me give in
You've got somethin' turns my head all around
You've got somethin' that takes me all

A few years later, now my are paid up
I got a record out, now I'm rollin' in big
all around the world, meetin' many girls
Everywhere that I go and rap videos

And signin' the other day
I looked up and who was comin' my way?
The same old who never gave me no rhythm
But this time standin' in the middle of five

She got fat, and now she's lookin' like the cookie monster to me
Walkin' with the saggy booty
And runnin' that drag about how I matured so much
And why I kept in touch?

I started in her face, 'cause to me it was funny
Now she me for my money
So I turned my back to her and I walked
her singin' the ghetto serenade
And what she had to say

You've got somethin' that my head in a spin
You've got somethin' makes me wanna give in
You've got somethin' that turns my all around
You've got somethin' takes me all down

Hey Dub, man, what's up,
You done got these braids off your
Got rid of khaki pants
Man, you have matured, man

How about gettin' telephone number?
up with that, man?
Just 'cause I wasn't you no rhythm
wasn't my fault, man, lookin' so good, man