Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they don't know about 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 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, man
( you betta your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to attractions
of actions be played back
in the of mashin'
No fairy for this young black male
see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
Wishin' I live my life a legend, in pictures
Why shed tears? Save your
My childhood years spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no on
To all the that follow me
your essence
Born with less, but you precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
Crooked 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 coke and 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 Two-Tecs to take over projects
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm literally loungin
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life when
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 funny thing i kinda realized how powerful
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 were going thru our drama i
never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no bac