Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

[Man
Ok, we got the in the building (the birdman)
We got Killa in the (yeah)
We got Young Weezy in the (Weezy)

[Verse 1: Lil'
it's, B-M, J-R, Weezy baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to even (shut yo chips up)
And, I ain't G's, I'm talkin M
And I'm walkin like a pimp in (piiiiiimp) all street tims
Man shorty got more green a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they cost in rims
appear, nigga put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a boss up in here
How much it cost for this
How much it cost for year?
'cause Me and Stunna to buy it
Put yo spoons down, Money off the diet
I pass in a on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on pay
I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of grace
And prone to move at a amazing pace
Man my daddy super Dave, let's it
Real not have me, B I'ma win it, I'm a

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody tell me crackin before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can uuuuuup
For me, and you best to be watchin me
Ghetto, ghetto, Ghetto

[Verse 2:
Aye, aye, at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman, Birdman
See I ride in them shake (34's) I'm pimpin these hoes (beyotch!)
It's that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro
it comes to this ice, real livin his life
Get moeny, hoes, with these ghetto type
Nigga check the background, I got O.G.
Just a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a
Not in this world with guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a lil' liquor, lost her life
All my niggas in the penitentiary that life
See I'm stunnin for my niggas this chromed out pipes
This swish interry german lifes (beyotch)
And I keep this big toolie just my ice (holla at me nigga)
I act, a fool, when I'm full of that white (absolute beyotch)
But it's the Birdman with these ghe-tto stripes
Ghe-tto (Uptown), Ghe-tto pipe (9 Millimeter)
walk (yeah), With my ghe-tto life (Beyotch)

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a ghetto (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can blow
For ghetto me, and you best to be meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Life

3: Cam'Ron]
Uh-huh, Diplomats, man
Ayyo the duck just born, I need more leaders
C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' (what else)
Act up though I let the Fo' fever ya (leave ya)
Dice game, head crack, fever (fever)
When I'm in L.A., I got fever (fever)
Fever for the flava of a diva (let 'em know)
I told the po to feave her, I'm a crook
Out to juuust, not a chef (?) how to cook
the piece stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done up yo sspotss
That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what though?)
I'm one of those, will look up to Pac (why?)
'cause when I get pulled over, cook up the (damn, follow what)
All say is, look at his drop (what else?)
Hand on my liscence, at his watch (fuck em)
But, shit dogg, we down with Baby (baby)
We come clownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, ducktape the kids to the
Then shoot circle all the baby, Killa!

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto life, any second I can blow uuuuuup
For me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Life

[Cam'Ron
It's man, Killa!
Diplomats, Cash
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, good, Roc-a-Fella
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)

talking]

Fly, to near you
Then they got 'em (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that call out one more
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x
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