Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

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

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our be close captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of be played back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this young male
Some see me stranded in this of hell, jail, and crack sales
and heart be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin'
my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my in the cemetary
Here's a to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you then you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, with no lights on
To all the that follow me
protect essence
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun every night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
day is a fight in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the plan
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
my man Two-Tecs to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I I was dead

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

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