Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Commandments

Woo
yeah, ay
Woo
Forgive me
Heavenly Father-ha
Ah (ay)
Yeah
Trap (Ay), Trap, Trap,
Ay (Ay)

Follow my commandments
You gon' really see the way that I it
You gon' be the down
Or you get fucked up
Its or be killed,
Get buck or get fucked up,
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9 hit it one time
Follow my, Commandments
Follow my, Ghetto

[T-Pain's
Nigga, of all (all)
I'm the and last (last)
You just the to fall (fall)
I'm just the to blast (Blaw)
If you wanna us all, (all)
imma' have to curse yo ass
And you in the park,
Underneath a bunch of and grass (yeah)
I'm the me, (me)
But I'm the of us (bust)
And you the victim, (victim)
my thirst for blood (Ugh)
Trust me homie, you don't want to go to work us (us)
turn you hook to ashes, (ash)
And turn your verse to (dust)
me what's the difference between love and lust, (lust)
Because I the love, (love)
But I'm in with lust (lust)
Walk up to your bitch and tell her that I would love to come up when those devils (is)
leave dat in the crack of her butt (yeah)
Make her lay in a back of a back of a truck (truck)
And when she come up a squirrel,
She just for nuts (brr)
24s on my caddy I'm askin' for putt (fore)
So when you come to my trap you're asking for us

[Mack Maine's
They say shall not talk, (talk)
shall not speak, (speak)
Thou shall bow in the of a G (g)
I spray mace in a bad eye
Leave his all puffy so,
Thou not see (see)
Thou not smile
Thou shall never his teeth
I thou, art thou, thou shall repeat (peat)
shall not (Thou shall not)
Bitch I said talk,
you in your ass and stab your feet,
Now how you walk?
I'm in the head, I piss in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I the fishermen red
So blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out 'soo-woo'
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I that voo-doo
iPod blastin', 2pac hit em up
down, spit em up
bag, get em up
Call the chef tonight, having sinners for dinner
Aint no in the hood, so I aint talking about twitter
I say,

[Snoop Dogg's
The run around, the rap (Rap around)
You talk, you walk, me im shackled down (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we fuck around (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, lemme' break that (break it down)
They do theirs, we do ours, me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin my family
And we dont a fuck about the,
POs, the COs, we knows
That we goes, we goes
We do then parole (rol)
Now im back on the gettin' mad shit
Stacking the block cockin' it
in the lot fort locking it and you know that I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox of money with a sock in it
And we celebrate in the by popping it
No or Cristal
Machine n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, hood
Like that? Game (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On gangsta shit, Biotch