Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto (Remix)

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
drugs to all the losers, mad buddha abuser
But they don't know your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
why you drink Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks for twenty down South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
Glock for casket and flower moves
for tryin to stop my flow
And they don't know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be close
addicted to attractions
of actions be played back
in the of mashin'
No tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and be a nigga culture or the
while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why shed Save your sympathy
My years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
Just at me
Against all odds, though is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the that follow me
protect your
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to take over this
They call him Two-Tecs, he two tecs
And he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally loungin
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life your
in the (ghetto) oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto)
Thats the life ur
in the (ghetto)oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

(talking) It's a funny thing i kinda realized how powerful
and i was u kno what i'm cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual people we waged a
beef but even tho we were going our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz there no comin bac