Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it feel to wake up up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like the user
Selling to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for tryin to stop my flow
And what don't know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's I'm due in court
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 have your gat in hand man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of actions be played
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
Hustlin' and heart be a nigga or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save sympathy
My childhood years were 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 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 precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun shots every in the (ghetto)
Crooked on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got kids to in the (ghetto)
coke 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 Two-Tecs to take over projects
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
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 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 going thru our drama i would
wish death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac