Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it feel to 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 your stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
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 for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for 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 consignment and he wasn't 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 have gat in hand, cause man
( you have your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack
Hustlin' and heart be a nigga or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
Wishin' I live my life a legend, in pictures
Why shed Save your sympathy
My childhood years spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, to breathe
If you believe then you can
look at me
Against all odds, though is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the seeds that me
protect essence
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots 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)
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
with my man Two-Tecs to take over projects
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life when
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 strong
yo i kno him we two individual people we waged a
but even tho we were going thru our drama i would
never death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac