Luyện nghe bài hát Get By (featvanya)

To and every kind
(London ghetto, ghetto)
Every ghetto frame of
(Manchester ghetto, ghetto)
To each and every
(Leeds ghetto, ghetto)
Every ghetto frame of
(UK ghetto, London ghetto)

To each of every
(North London ghetto, London ghetto)
a ghetto frame of mind
(South ghetto)
To each and every
rasket, with a ghetto frame of mind
yo

We grew up in the ghetto, summer times short
Straight action, you stop for a thought
Most use crime as the way to pay the
The unlucky end up getting caught
We grew up in the ghetto, were the gets rough
Our money's around, but it's never been enough
Most ain't no choice but to hustle
Sum down when the going gets tough

Deep in the mind, there's all kinds of people
Minorities still to be equal
So many characters, for tacks
The good, the bad, the ugly, and the
Deep in the manna where the visible
There's not a lot sweet, so most miserable
Most cave in to the devil, took the path
Sum kept their faith, and pray for a miracle

Sucker stars emerge from the
Upper coming MCs to be heard
Boy then, they searchin' for the next bird
Fuck, talk, murder and live by there word
Shoters keep the going round
Kids go astray, most never get
I've noticed, a ghetto in every town
And the skies are empty, 'cuz the stars are on the

Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I get by
Sometimes I'm lost, myself why
Sometimes I to cry, but somehow I still get by

We grew up in the ghetto, saw real pain
Real life struggle, with real life
life kiddies, with real life guns
And real life muvas loose, life sons
Gang wars irrupting on the dark seasons
Beef beef, just to be the top geezers
Big arm slash, hit the bricks
Ghetto brudas, gotta maintain reps

What's that all about, I ask my self I swing
More time, I'm beefing ova any fing
in any area, region of tha vicinity
My ghetto of mind, makes me prone to hostility
To mah locked up, to mah young baby muvas
Each and every crew and color, ghetto and brudas
If you know you the slums, keep repping no doubt
Stay ghetto if you must, remember to get out

Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky
Sometimes I feel to cry, but somehow I get by
I'm lost, asking myself why
Sometimes I to cry, but somehow I still get by

Sometimes I'm lost, up at the sky
I feel to cry
up at the sky, get by