Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the in the building
We got in the building
We got Young Weezy in the

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy,
Tryna see him, naw, he need to eighty
An' I ain't speakin' Gs, I'm M
An' I'm walkin' a pimp in them all street tims

Man, shorty got green than a Boston Gems
Green Austen, they don't in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a in ya ear
Let ya know a fuckin' boss up in

How much it cost for this here? How much it cost for year?
'Cuz Me an' Stunna to buy it
Put yo down, cash money off the diet
I pass in a on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the teachers was on pay

I'm raised in the cajun cage, a bit of amazin' grace
An' to move coke at a amazin' pace
Man, my daddy, super Dave, let's it
Real, not have me, B. win it, I'm a champ

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dog, I can up
For me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

See, I ride on them shake when I'm them hoes
Just Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro
When it to this ice, real livin' his life
Get money, pimpin' hoes with these type

Nigga, the background, I got O.G. stripe
Just a hood rich nigga, flippin' birds on a
Not survive in this world with guns, pahs an'
Pour out a lil' liquor, mami her life

All my niggaz in the penitentiary, that life
See I'm stunnin' for my niggaz with chromed out pipes
swish interry foreign German lifes
An' I keep this big toolie just my ice

I act, a damn fool, when I'm of that white
But the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto stripes
hood, ghetto pipe
Ghetto walk, with my life

In the ghetto life, I'm a boy
Livin' in the me, in the ghetto streets
I'm a life, any second dog, I can blow up
For ghetto me an' you best to be me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

Ayyo, the duck just born, I seven more leaders
C.Five, Fo' Fum an' a 74
Act up though I let the 4 leave ya
Dice game, crack, 64 fever

I'm in L.A., I got 64 fever
An' a fever for the of a six foot diva
I told the po' to feave her, I'm about to
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to

With the piece stocks, cook up the
Delenix is hot, I done cook up the block
Send glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo
That's how coke for cook up his watch

I'm one of those, that look up to Pac
when I get pulled over, cook up the cops
All they say is, at his drop
Hand on my license, at his watch

But, thug shit, dog, we with Baby
We come through clownin',
An' if we, surrounded babies, duck tape the kids to the
Then shoot circle all the baby, Killa

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
Livin' in the ghetto me, in the streets
I'm a life, any second dog, I can blow up
For me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby, holla
Jim Jones, Santana, what's Roc-a-Fella
Birdman, fly to hood near you, they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that call out one more