Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the in the building
We got in the building
We got Young Weezy in the

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy,
Tryna see him, naw, he need to eighty
An' I ain't Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm like a pimp in them all street tims

Man, got more green than a Boston Gems
Green Austen, they cost in rims
Wayne appear, put a walls in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for this
'Cuz Me an' Stunna to buy it
Put yo spoons down, money off the diet
I pass in a ride on triot, that's
But those who was in the days when the was on that pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to move coke at a pace
Man, my daddy, Dave, let's race it
Real, not have me, B. win it, I'm a champ

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

See, I ride on shake when I'm pimpin' them hoes
Just that Sunshine City, I'm smokin' that dro
When it to this ice, real livin' his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes with ghetto type

Nigga, check the background, I got O.G.
Just a rich nigga, flippin' birds on a bike
Not survive in this with guns, pahs an' knifes
Pour out a liquor, mami lost her life

All my in the penitentiary, holdin' that life
See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with this out pipes
This interry foreign German lifes
An' I this big toolie just protect my ice

I act, a damn fool, when I'm of that white
But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these stripes
Ghetto hood, pipe
Ghetto walk, with my life

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any dog, I can blow up
For me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

Ayyo, the duck just born, I need seven leaders
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74
Act up though I let the 4 leave ya
Dice game, crack, 64 fever

When I'm in L.A., I got 64
An' a fever for the flava of a six diva
I the po' to feave her, I'm about to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I how to cook

With the piece stocks, cook up the
Seventh Delenix is hot, I cook up the block
glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo spots
That's how for that cook up his watch

I'm one of those, that look up to Pac
'Cuz when I get pulled over, cook up the
All say is, look at his drop
Hand on my license, at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we down Baby
We through clownin', baby
An' if we, surrounded babies, tape the kids to the wall
Then circle all around the baby, Killa

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For ghetto me an' you to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla
Jim Jones, Santana, good? Roc-a-Fella
Birdman, fly to near you, then they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one more