Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People look at you like the user
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know about your day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty South
Packed up my for my raw power move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And what don't 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
mad Newport's cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You better have gat in hand, cause man
( you betta your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of be played back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this young black
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 soul for material wishes, cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why shed Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you believe you can achieve
Just at me
Against all odds, though life is 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 shots every 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)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
day somebody 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 to take over this projects
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
I heard 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) It's a 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 people we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we were going thru our drama i
wish death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac