Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Boy

I got that, B-More in me yeah my problem (What what)
I rep my city, yeah I got 'em (Na-na-na)
what you heard, niggas be wildin'
You got me fucked up, I'm the bottom (Oh yes Lord!)
like I'm pimpin', talk like I'm mackin'
The projects love me, yeah boy what's (Na-na-na)
I'm finna 'em, I'm finna kill 'em
I'm on a hunnid, I hit the ceiling
I'm
these bitches, we go for dollars
And I'm my brothers keeper, bitch I'm at "The Carter"
The equalizer I'm deeper, wiser, handsome, smarter
Man call a ambulance, ass don't stand a chance in Sparta
Oh no no!
I'm out the west side, ask my grandma
I used to move the pack, had a of blamma
My stacked with AKA's and ain't no Capa Gama
And now we laughing to the bank na-na-na-na
with me!

No or feeling better (The ghetto)
Watch 'em all scatter they'll kill each (The ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't make him in (The ghetto)
Damn boy, how you make it out of (The ghetto)

I got that hustlers desire, fire burning
I got that "Boyz n The Hood" mixed that higher learning (Na-na-na)
Niggas is bugging, niggas ain't fucking me
not on my planet, why should I panic, motherfuckers should be
Thanking the Lord that I'm building the so you niggas won't drown
In the midst of the
'Cause I'm giving you prophecy, ain't watching me properly,
I be switching it up like a gear on a bike
Play if you want, say what you want, hear what you
But take what you need, 'cause dear to your life
Fake if you want, be there on the flight

Free my ghetto, we the
Real boy, cut strings, we don't need
say it's levels to this shit, well you can't see my level
This a reach, you would the devil, he would need a shovel
Bitch I'm
All I is odds, all I get is that
At least I
All I need is God, and I can bridge the gap, Keyshia
OMG, so cold, I know it's me, at least I'm told
Los bring rap back to life, shit needs some soul!
You can ask my
I roll because I my dad, you can ask my mama
They shot my in the head, ain't no happy camper
Now I'm the best rapper alive,
with me!

Lost souls and fiends (The ghetto)
From we're told there ain't no kings in (The ghetto)
Gun shots and tape (The ghetto)
Why is an honest dollar so to make in (The ghetto)

No or feeling better (The ghetto)
Watch 'em all scatter they'll kill other (The ghetto)
If yo daddy dead, can't him proud in (The ghetto)
Damn little boy, how you it out of (The ghetto)