Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

Ok, we got the Birdman in the
We got Killa in the
We got Young Weezy in the

Nigga, it's B.M, J.R, Weezy,
see him, naw, he need to even eighty
An' I speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm walkin' a pimp in them all street tims

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I act, a fool, when I'm full of that white
But it's the Birdman, Daddy, with these ghetto
Ghetto hood, ghetto
walk, with my ghetto life

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

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

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

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

I'm one of those, that will up to Pac
'Cuz 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 to the wall
Then shoot all around the baby, Killa

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 me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

It's nothin', man, Killa, Diplomats, Cash Money, Baby,
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good?
Birdman, fly to hood you, then they got 'em cheap
Yeah, ya know, ya know, get that out one more time