Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Child

It's crazy out
Yo mama, I'm tryin to keep my strong
What's up

I'm just a ghetto child to make it
I'm a ghetto child trying to make it

This got me crazy
Mama, you pray for your baby?
I'm just a ghetto trying to make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child trying to it

I feel like a bird nigga no wings
I'm stuck in ghetto trying to have a little change
My homies killing up other 'cause we gotta eat
And I ain't 'cause I'm running from the police

I done seen kids in the projects starving
I done seen hoes messing then Marvin
See in the ghetto the sun it shines
But so many niggas in jail and the lines

And all my life I Bill Clinton ran the country
Until I found out Bill had all the money
And the media starting and west coast wars
I'm from the south, where they on us all

Come out of the powdered milk and eggs don't us up
But why the government sold us drugs and to clean us up
us three halves and high interest student loans
Four dollar minimum and section eight, we call it home

ghetto got me crazy
Mama, you pray for your baby?
I'm just a child trying to make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child to make it

This ghetto got me
Mama, won't you pray for baby?
I'm just a ghetto trying to make it
Mama, I'm a ghetto child trying to make it

It's real when you can do you want to do
you want to do it
Ain't to many niggas out living like that
That's why the rest of you niggas ain't never gone it

How many niggas in the
How many niggas in the cemetery don't know
How many strikes y'all need?
How many innocent in the ghetto got to lose their lives?

Why, why you gotta make your cry?
Huh, she take you out of the
that's where you gonna die
But you won't listen your mind is one track

And head is hard
And your getting flipped, and your back
Showing ashy act, ass straight up off the wall
talk to y'all, don't think it's too hard to fall
But far and all

And sore and all, it's when it started off
Now niggas ducking bullets like dodge
Niggas got me scared to plant my seeds, fear of gonna grow
Living in a messed up time, a up court

I'm ya, you can't do shit no more
It's than us, it's out of our hands
why I'm praying to God
Oh heavenly Father, keep my head above the

'Cause it's Your world and we children
Your and Your daughters
We struggling, to get out of the ghetto
Trying to it to mars!!!

This ghetto got me
Mama, won't you pray for your
I'm just a child trying to make it
Mama, I'm a ghetto child trying to make it

This got me crazy
Mama, won't you for your baby?
I'm just a ghetto child to make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child trying to it

Dear mama, for your son
I can make it through this game
Wishing I can change, I've through so much
Seen so many things, find the words to explain

The way to avoid stress is to get high
By Hennessey but I but I can't get too high
Cause I keep my eyes on my enemies
I've seen harder times, but there gonna be some harder

Penitentiary close, but you what?
Cemetery's ain't that far
Before I die I'm trying to make the world feel
our people scared to stand there

The way we express ourself, they think we all some killers
But look into the eyes of a ghetto child by the street
Go to sleep to gunshots, wake up from the of the police
See now my life ain't been the same nigga, life as a

If I had to draw a of my life
I have to my picture in blood
Closest homie died, before he die little cousin me this
Get you 'cause cemeteries
full of niggas who had dreams to be rich

So keep your head up, to all my ghetto children it was
To tell my family one day I was gonna up to make millions
When I told them, seemed to laugh at my so called dream
I like to scream I came home from jail

I was told best friend turned into a fiend
I ain't lie, my conscience ain't clear, when I close my eyes
Of course you gotta realize, God forgive me, I'm trying to survive

They cut welfare and health care, shit gotta stop
I got a positive note, my having a baby
Congratulations, she on

This got me crazy
Mama, you pray for your baby?
I'm just a child trying to make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto child trying to it

This ghetto got me
Mama, won't you pray for your
I'm a ghetto child trying to make it
Mama, I'm just a ghetto trying to make it