Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another to sell
People at you like youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
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 I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, flippin over
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
I figured out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps 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 consignment and he wasn't to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man
( you have your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our be close captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of be played back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for this young black
Some see me stranded in land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
repercutions while on backstabbin' vultures
my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why shed Save your sympathy
My childhood years were buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you believe you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though life is we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the seeds that me
protect essence
with less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
day is a fight in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day 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 this
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he start to bust he to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the 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 thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a dude
yo i kno him we two people 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