Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it 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 abuser
But they don't know about stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was just you
blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw power
Glock nineteen for casket and moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And what they don't know will on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man
( you have your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

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

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun every 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 coke and 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 over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And when he start to he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
thats the life 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 strong
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