Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

1

long nails, of weave
and a bag of weed
that's all a bitch like you
you from the f**king
that Reggie that you push
don't be burning like that
you gone need that bush
f**king with the
moscato up my cup
run outs we don't a f**k
new get me so f**ked up
from the ghetto
so it when you in tha south
and what you say out your mouth
and watch yo step cuz slippers
you in the ghetto
wife beater, Tim's
slide in with some bigger
a key and hit the flee
and go an get some gyms
tha hood is in the man
I'll get you in feelings man
It's some s**t outside your
rims tha size of ceiling fans
I'm the pride of King
I'm stomping through the
I can make it clap clap, it like a bongo
cat got tongue
you tell that let you tongue go
wouldn't of did this s**t here
so but the song so

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

way to hello, say I'm
fly with the
tell em it is what it is
I it do what it do
and i where i live
and my people love it too, cuz we

2

you in the in the projects
lights in yo name
you lock yo celly
and the third time yo number changed
airbrush, outside speakers on
Valentino huggers
high heel on
my feet done, too
all on the porch
you cooking in some ass
out yo boy shorts
camouflage
and on her metro
tatted silhouettes, cuz wet is just so ghetto
game, bond man
bonds money, man
that's how you funds man
you in the ghetto
if you your money easy
and yo is off tha heezy
and yo favorite Jeezy
you are ghetto
dollar jeans on
price tag
but tha kiss yo ass
so you where them sagging
cd of the choice
and be tha shoe of choice
candy paint,
boosters, hoes, and stores
(ghetto, so ghetto)

(1X)

3

tomboys, hot
hammer laying in lap
got bitches in your bed
and robbers in your trap
on the four wheela
TV's in the
and hundred best
cuz he was give tha head best
eight with chase
eviction notice getting
child support, homes
on the f**king third
bootleg
had anotha kid
Income tax
you claiming people's 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 nigga in the
he he a rap star
fully automatic
out a town a dummy
now watch him and watch him stick
you in the ghetto
pills, dro, kid,
and people you don't know
weed bags, stores
it's so muthaf**in

(1X)