Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, another rock to
People look at you like the user
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you livin so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 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 kick me out, no
Then I out licks went for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have your gat in hand, man
( you betta have your gat in hand man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to fatal
Pictures of be played back
in the midst of
No fairy for this young 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 backstabbin'
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, to breathe
If you believe then you can
look at me
Against all odds, though life is we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the that follow me
your essence
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
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 kids to in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
day somebody bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the plan
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he start to bust he to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally black
Sittin back, countin digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
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 cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two people we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we going thru our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz there aint no bac