Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

1

long nails, of weave
dutches and a bag of
that's all a bitch you need
you the f**king ghetto
that Reggie that you push
don't be burning like Cush
you gone need that Reggie
f**king with the
filling up my cup
run outs we give a f**k
new get me so f**ked up
coming the ghetto
so it when you in tha south
and watch what you say out mouth
and watch yo step cuz slippers
when you in the
beater, nigga Tim's
slide in with some bigger
a key and hit the flee
and go an get some gyms
tha hood is in the man
get you in your feelings man
It's some s**t outside house
with rims tha size of fans
I'm the pride of King
I'm stomping the Congo
I can it clap clap, beat it like a bongo
cat got your
you that pussy let you tongue go
of did this s**t right here
so but the song so

ghetto, country, hood,
put hands up if you f**king that s**t
ghetto, ya know of busse
twelve inch yaki, big round

way to hello, say I'm
fly the medal
tell em it is what it is
I make it do it do
and i love where i
and my love it too, cuz we ghetto

2

you in the Benz in the
lights in yo name
you lock yo celly
and that's the third yo number changed
transport airbrush, outside on
Valentino pu**y
heel sneakers on
my feet done, too
all on the front
you cooking in Vicki's ass
out yo boy shorts
camouflage
and on her metro
tatted silhouettes, cuz wet is just so ghetto
game, bond man
bonds money, man
how you spend funds man
when you in the
if you your money easy
and yo is off tha heezy
and yo favorite Jeezy
you are ghetto
hundred jeans on
price tag
but tha world yo ass
so you them f**ka's sagging
cd of the choice
and Nike's be tha shoe of
candy paint,
boosters, hoes, and licka
(ghetto, so ghetto)

(1X)

3

tomboys, hot
hammer laying in lap
got bitches laying in bed
and robbers in your trap
dubs on the four
in the headrest
and dolla best
cuz he was give tha head best
eight with chase
eviction getting served
child support, homes
advance on the third
bootleg
had anotha kid
Income tax
you claiming people's kids
hard gold teeth, tattoos dreadlocks
you out tha room window
oh now you it bedrock
lace front, long
for a trap star
now every nigga in the
he thinkin he a rap
fully automatic
out a a dummy brick
now watch him role and him stick
you in the ghetto
pills, dro, kid,
and people you don't know
weed bags, stores
it's so muthaf**in

(1X)