Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

1

long nails, pack of
dutches and a bag of
that's all a bitch like you
you from the ghetto
that Miller that you push
don't be burning like Cush
you gone need that bush
with the ghetto
moscato up my cup
run outs we don't a f**k
new folk get me so up
coming from the
so watch it when you in tha
and watch you say out your mouth
and watch yo cuz slippers count
when you in the
wife beater, nigga
slide in with some rims
flip a key and hit the
and go an get some gyms
tha is in the building man
get you in your feelings man
It's s**t outside your house
rims tha size of ceiling fans
I'm the pride of Kong
I'm stomping the Congo
I can it clap clap, beat it like a bongo
cat got your
you tell pussy let you tongue go
wouldn't of did this s**t right
so but the song so

ghetto, country, hood,
put your hands up if you that s**t
ghetto, ya know opposite of
inch yaki, big round booties

way to hello, say I'm
fly the medal
em that it is what it is
I it do what it do
and i love where i
and my love it too, cuz we ghetto

2

you in the Benz in the
in yo mama's name
you lock yo celly
and the third time yo number changed
transport airbrush, outside on
Valentino pu**y
heel sneakers on
my feet done, too
all on the front
you cooking in Vicki's ass
hanging out yo boy
camouflage
and diamonds on her
tatted silhouettes, cuz wet is just so ghetto
game, bond man
bonds money, man
that's how you spend man
you in the ghetto
if you make money easy
and yo swag is off tha
and yo favorite Jeezy
you are ghetto
hundred jeans on
tag bragging
but tha world yo ass
so you where f**ka's sagging
cd of the newest
and Nike's be tha shoe of
candy paint,
boosters, hoes, and licka
(ghetto, so ghetto)

(1X)

3

tomboys, hot
laying in your lap
got bitches laying in bed
and robbers in your trap
dubs on the four
TV's in the
and hundred best
cuz he was tricking tha head best
eight with chase
eviction notice served
support, hood homes
advance on the f**king
bootleg
had anotha kid
Income tax
you claiming other kids
more gold teeth, tattoos dreadlocks
you out tha room window
oh now you call it
lace front, long
looking for a trap
now every in the ghetto
he he a rap star
fully automatic
out a town a dummy
now watch him role and him stick
when you in the
pills, dro, kid,
and people you don't wanna
weed bags, stores
so muthaf**in ghetto

(1X)