Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
look at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they don't about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms 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 power
Glock nineteen for and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
And they don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to attractions
of actions be played back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for young black male
Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
Wishin' I my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your
My childhood years were spent buryin' my in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you believe then you can
Just at me
all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, with no lights on
To all the seeds that me
your essence
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun every 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)
coke 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 on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Cause thats the when your
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 realized how 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a dude
yo i kno him we two people we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we were going thru our drama i
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac