Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got
They got access to any kind of weapon they want 24 hours
We got 50,000 gangbangers out there
Violent j serving ghetto hard shit
You know it's potent when the funky-ass hit
the dice and we's hittin' point
Icp out of southwest
Running with a gang of 20 hoods
Hookers on my back 'cause I'm selling them goods
Looking through the motherfucking
They can't catch violent psychopath j
But I guess I wasn't so crazy time
Now I'm in the back of car 49
Yes, rhyme grippin metal
They put a man on the moon, but do shit for the ghetto
I look at all that and it me sick
I wanna grab them motherfuckers make em swallow a
So I grab anybody I can
Beat a fiend in the head a goddamn stop sign
one of us and I'm a find you
Bullet rips through your and hits the bitch behind you
two birds with one stone
You're laying in the street with a bullet in dome
And to hillbillies listening down south
Talk shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's
And stringing on your banjo
'cause we don't like that shit we come from, bro
Now the icp stands alone in the southwest zone
Ah, for sake
Ah, you don't talk about that here
That's for the hell-hole you come from
This is the good part of
We let you deal with that of bullshit
Your don't concern us
Go now, well go on
Southwest is condemned one's home
The cops just know what to do
Jump steady, boy, and the psr
They got my back, o.g., you won't it far
I got my nine at my gut and it's startin' to
can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?
Now I'm roaming like a true ghetto
Fiends on the sac 'cause I'm booming crack
I you heard aloud what j said
When I told you that I to that bitch, that basehead
Know you can't argue with the
If I hit you in your mouth, you're spit out a tooth
And I laugh at a cop
Sittin' with his fat ass in a donut
At the party where the icp shows take
Billy the handcuffs all over the place
"we're here to protect and we do"
Then I ask who the protects us from you
are always beatin on someone
Shot a in the back, he told him not to run
And the motherfucking black know it
That's why some now are catching a bullet
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, we'll end the
jump steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face
Mind your own in the southwest ghetto
Hey, yo, g, who the fuck do you think you are,
You know who fucking with the ic motherfuckin p, g
Why you all step the fuck up before you get shot, boy
Keep running lips, see what happens motherfuckers
Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now up with that shit
Come to del ray and drive by in
The just don't know what to do
These are my homeboys,
See, are right here is all we have, man
I love them and they me back, man
Well I I'm a bad guy
'cause I a lot I say "fuck" a lot
And I rap to tell you how I'm
When I'm in the old spot sit and we
Through del ray, it hell ray
It's icp stay, yo g
And the forces that always shit get beat
And if I'm out I gotta gauge in the backseat
if I feel I am mack dead
In the trunk of my car I got I'd a never had
A thousand motherfucker in the back the car saw
Rodney's fat ass make the whole muffler drag
to a sac-chasing heidi
I told the bitch I ain't never seen a mazaratti
sell out to a freak, fuck no
That why tell ya I'll never end up in a box for a ho
When the check comes I it
And the bitch is gonna ask me to pay for it
I give the ho an 12-pack
Take your ass to the and bring some faygo back
That's all I pay for now get the fuck on ho
Stick I got something you can suck on ho
Violent j be ganked
By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded skank
You gotta your own
In the southwest ghetto
Icp
And to all the sets running in detroit
Good and stay strong
counts
Young
Cfp

To the
And dt
Icp
got uzis, they got shotguns
They got