Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

I write my lyrics on parking tickets and summons to the
I scribbled on an application for county support
I practice this like a sport, met Donald and he froze up
on his Bentley yelling, "Pimps down, hoes up"

Some tryin' to front off break her ass a off
We gon' the world and make y'all motherfuckers jump off
This is my slash resignation
A ransom note proposed legislation

A fevered ultimatum you should take it
'Cause I got two bangin' pieces and you don't date em'
Flyin' kites for my at home who takin' tokes alone
We payin' rent on shit they ain't spoused to own

Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' ya curse
It's a million just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, weightin' up ya purse
the jobby job down at noon and don't disperse

They wouldn't pay ya ass as far as they can you
They think you punkin' but they know you
turf operata, play with twelve shot birettas
Buy the Burger workers and we slappin' on ya lettuce

Wrote that in the back of those
A from agricultural departments
we put down the X-O, we can let the threats go
And shit, it's the ghetto manifesto

That's I'm talking about
Make me and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn party out
Hey, hey

what I'm talking about
Make me and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn this out
Hey, hey

Call me bird 'cause of my legs but my ass sing
Got a house arrest anklet but it don't bling
The homie with a cell but shit don't ring
But at lights out clang and souls get stang

Now it's the hustlin' sound, trick where they around blacks
Make ya heavy, drop a joint and make the ground crack
Even renowned have found that
The people only bounce when they pound back

So I take out a spray can and the pavement
Defacin' gravements of a nation
The files are and that's the fragrance
I them askin' vagrancy for patients

So the liner notes, I steal my finer quotes
For d-boys tryin' to flow them Gucci's and designer
And party liner jokes and all kinds of folks who all of broke
But twenties cause they feel like a lot of smoke

The trees we got lifted by made our dangle
So I say burn one I mean the Star-Spangled
Let's all get from the income angle
Bump this at the party even if it the single

Here's a slum serenade, on blades and grenades
By nannies and maids who be the suede
You could let the seas blow but make the sets grow
Into brigades with the ghetto

That's what I'm about
Make me and shout
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn party out
Hey, hey

That's I'm talking about
Make me scream and
East, West, North, and
Gonna turn this out
Hey, hey