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,
Tryna see him, naw, he need to eighty
An' I speakin' Gs, I'm talkin' M
An' I'm walkin' a pimp in them all street tims

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

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

I'm raised in the cage, with a bit of amazin' grace
An' prone to move coke at a amazin'
Man, my daddy, super Dave, race it
Real, not me, B. I'ma 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 dog, I can blow up
For me an' you best to be watchin' me
Ghetto, ghetto, life

See, I ride on them shake when I'm pimpin' them
that Sunshine City, when I'm smokin' that dro
When it comes to 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' on a bike
Not survive in this world with guns, an' knifes
Pour out a lil' liquor, lost her life

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

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

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

Ayyo, the duck born, I need 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 to crook
Out to just, not a chef, but I know how to

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

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

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

In the life, I'm a ghetto boy
in the ghetto 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, life

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