Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
People look at you like the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be played
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for this black male
see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast and bitches
Wishin' I live my a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though life is we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no on
To all the seeds that me
protect your
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun every night in the (ghetto)
cops on sight 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 master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man to take over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
thats the life 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 i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno i'm saying cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal
but even tho we were going thru our drama i would
never death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac