Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they don't know about your day
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
Smokin with my crew, flippin over 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
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 for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
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 your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be close
to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be played
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this young male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
Wishin' I live my a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My childhood years spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no on
To all the seeds that me
protect your
with less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun every night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on 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 to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he start to he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I heard I was

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
thats the life 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) a funny thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno i'm saying cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we were going our drama i would
wish death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac