Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

1

long nails, pack of
and a bag of weed
that's all a bitch you need
you from the ghetto
Reggie Miller that you push
don't be burning like that
you gone that Reggie bush
with the ghetto
moscato up my cup
run outs we give a f**k
new folk get me so up
coming the ghetto
so watch it when you in tha
and watch you say out your mouth
and watch yo step cuz count
when you in the
wife beater, nigga
in with some bigger rims
flip a key and hit the
and go an get bigger 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 through the Congo
I can make it clap, beat it like a bongo
cat got your
you tell that let you tongue go
of did this s**t right here
so but the song so

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

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

2

you in the Benz in the
in yo mama's name
you hustle yo celly
and that's the third time yo number
transport airbrush, outside on
Valentino pu**y
high heel on
my done, nails too
all on the porch
you cooking in some ass
out yo boy shorts
camouflage
and diamonds on her
silhouettes, cuz wet is just so fu**ing ghetto
dope game, man
bonds money, man
that's how you funds man
when you in the
if you make money easy
and yo is off tha heezy
and yo favorite rapper
you are muthaf**king
dollar jeans on
price tag
but tha world yo ass
so you where them f**ka's
cd of the choice
and Nike's be tha shoe of
paint, 24's
boosters, hoes, and licka
(ghetto, so ghetto)

(1X)

3

tomboys, hot
laying in your lap
got bitches in your bed
and robbers in your trap
dubs on the wheela
TV's in the
and hundred best
cuz he was tricking tha head best
section with chase
eviction notice getting
child support, hood
advance on the third
DVD's
Rico had kid
tax checks
you claiming other kids
more hard gold teeth, tattoos
you out tha room window
oh now you call it
lace front, lashes
for a trap star
now every nigga in the
he thinkin he a rap
automatic stick
out a a dummy brick
now him role and watch him stick
you in the ghetto
pills, dro, kid,
and you don't wanna know
bags, corner stores
it's so muthaf**in

(1X)