Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Manifesto

I write my lyrics on parking and summons to the court
I scribbled this on an application for support
I practice like a sport, met Donald Trump and he froze up
Standing on his 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 with proposed

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

Narratin' through my verse, agitatin' when ya
It's a million just waitin' on the first
Anticipatin' on the worst, weightin' up ya purse
Shook the jobby job down at noon and disperse

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

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

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

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

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

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

So I take out a spray can and paste the
Defacin' gravements of a nation
The files are flagrant and that's the
I overheard them askin' vagrancy for

So check the liner notes, I steal my finer
For tryin' to flow them Gucci's and designer boats
And party liner and all kinds of folks who all kind of broke
But bought twenties cause 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
all get high from the income angle
Bump this at the even if it ain't the single

a slum serenade, on razor blades and grenades
By nannies and maids who be polishin' the
You let the seas blow but let's make the sets grow
brigades with the ghetto manifesto

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

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