Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Zone

They got uzis, they got shotguns, they got
They got to any kind of weapon they want within 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
Rolling the dice and hittin' point
Icp out of southwest
Running with a of 20 street hoods
Hookers on my back 'cause I'm selling cheap goods
Looking through the alleyway
They can't violent crazy-ass psychopath j
But I guess I wasn't so crazy this
Now I'm chillin in the of car 49
Yes, rhyme that metal
They put a man on the moon, but can't do for the ghetto
I look at all and it makes me sick
I wanna grab them motherfuckers em swallow a brick
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 chest and the bitch behind you
two birds with one stone
You're in the street with a bullet in your dome
And to those hillbillies listening south
shit about the city with my nuts in your wife's mouth
And keep on your banjo
'cause we like that shit we're we come from, bro
Now the icp stands alone in the southwest ghetto
Ah, for christ's
Ah, you don't talk about that garbage
for the hell-hole where you come from
This is the part of town
We let you deal with that of bullshit
Your problems don't us
Go now, well go on
Southwest detroit is condemned one's
The cops just don't what to do
steady, rude boy, and the psr
They got my back, o.g., you make it far
I got my nine at my gut and startin' to hurt
can you keep a gat wearing skins and a t-shirt?
Now I'm roaming like a true ghetto
on the sac 'cause I'm booming that crack
I know you aloud what j said
I told you that I sold to that bitch, that basehead
Know you can't with the truth
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 shop
At the where the icp shows take face
Billy the handcuffs all over the place
"we're here to protect and we do"
Then I ask who the fuck protects us you
Cops are always on someone
Shot a in the back, he told him not to run
And the motherfucking black panthers it
That's why some cops now are a bullet
I'm runnin, I'm runnin, we'll end the
jump steady puts his gauge in your motherfuckin face
Mind own in the southwest ghetto zone
Hey, yo, g, who the do you think you are, man?
You know who you're fucking with the ic p, g
Why don't you all the fuck up before you get shot, boy
running your lips, see what happens motherfuckers
Yea, g, see what I'm saying, now what's up with that
Come to del ray and drive by in
The cops just know what to do
These are my homeboys,
See, are home here is all we have, man
I love them and they me back, man
I guess I'm a bad guy
'cause I a lot I say "fuck" a lot
And I rap to you how I'm feeling
When I'm in the old sit and we reeling
Through del ray, call it ray
where icp stay, yo g
And the forces always talk shit get beat
And if I'm out numbered I gotta gauge in the
'cause if I feel I am mack
In the trunk of my car I got weapons I'd a had
A thousand motherfucker in the make the car saw
Rodney's fat ass the whole damn muffler drag
Rappin to a sac-chasing
I told the bitch I ain't never even a mazaratti
Ever out to a freak, fuck no
That why I'll tell ya never end up in a box for a ho
When the check comes I it
And the bitch is ask me to fucking pay for it
I the ho an empty 12-pack
Take ass to the store and bring some faygo back
That's all I pay for now get the fuck on ho
around I got something you can suck on ho
Violent j won't be
By no nappy-headed, bare-footed, crackheaded skank
You gotta handle own
In the southwest ghetto
Icp
And to all the sets running in southwest
luck and stay strong
Latin
guns
Cfp

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