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

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

[Mack Maine's
They say thou not talk, (talk)
Thou not speak, (speak)
shall bow in the presences of a G (g)
I spray in a bad boy's eye
Leave his shit all so,
shall not see (see)
Thou not smile
shall never show his teeth
I thou, art thou, thou shall repeat (peat)
Thou shall not (Thou not)
Bitch I don't talk,
Shoot you in ass and stab your feet,
Now how you walk?
I'm sick in the head, I in the bed
Hop up out the ocean, and I the fishermen red
So much blood on the set, the cops hollerin' out
Bitch I'm from New Orleans, you know I that voo-doo
iPod blastin', 2pac hit em up
Chow down, em up
bag, get em up
Call the tonight, were 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, then you walk, me im shackled (sh-sh)
See me and the pigs, we dont around (uh-uh)
That snitching in the hood, lemme' break down (break it down)
They do theirs, we do ours, me?
I'm blue'd up, crippin with my
And we give a fuck about the,
POs, the COs, cause we
That we goes, we goes
We do then parole (rol)
Now im back on the block mad shit
Stacking the block cold it
Back in the lot fort locking it and you know I'm co-rockin it
Shoebox full of money a sock in it
And we in the ghetto by popping it
No champagne or
Machine n' pistols (tols)
Blaw, hood
Like Game over (over)
See in my we crip, or dip, so
me [x4]
On gangsta shit, Biotch