Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it to wake 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 know your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink 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
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 went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to stop my
And what they don't know will on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our be close captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be back
in the midst of
No fairy for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack
Hustlin' and heart be a 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? your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the
Here's a to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
Just at me
all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, with no lights on
To all the that follow me
your essence
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
cops on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling coke and 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 this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
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 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 what i'm saying cuz pac is a dude
yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we were going thru our i would
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac