Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up In The Gutter

[Verse 1:
Once a time in an apartment home
Lived a little with a heart of stone
Cause of her heart was partly gone
seen and hardly known
Treated like a mat on a boxing
Blood drop stains on the twin box
came to visit it's not a dream
She thought to herself is happening?
Above her is a crucifix
But loosens up his wrist
Lays her down an open fist
And all that was left was
girl, where's your loving mother?
Under the covers, under the
Little girl what you discovered
She stuttered,

Growin' up in the
No more, tales, and so
No place like hell, no place like
up in the gutter
Black and white, in a
There we are, safe and
guns, no aim, yea!
up in the gutter!

2]

And you ain't gotta be the projects
To deal this nonsense

Cuz even in suburbia somebody will ya
Over nothin' leave your slumpin'
In the parking lot of complex
Violence is a hard to swallow and digest
My town is of drug dealers
of them get shot in the process
Hustlin' and up profits
They robbin mutherf*ckas like they havin' a
Shit, he a b*tch to his apartment to brag
A week he tied up on the carpet and gagged
Cause he showed her all the pills he had for for the low
She told her cousin then her cousin grabbed a glock and a
in his door laid him down
Then he shot him and
Ran off all that he had
He to be ballin' now he got a colostomy bag
What you know about
Middle class white b*tch slangin' her body for
Mexican drug cartels, you hear the buck shells
And then the blood fails, there ain't no healin' the wounds
Biggest bust on the east coast right here in Duluth
My lyrics are of growin' up in the gutta

You think you can define how you got it?!
By what neighborhood you live in

up in the gutter!
No more, tales, and so
No like hell, no place like home
Growin' up in the
Black and white, in a
There we are, safe and
guns, no aim, yea!
up in the gutter!

[Verse 3:
indeed, I am
Drug the mud like a weed, what I am
Was who was beat, I am
Leather belts made me, I am
Home alone at 8, I am
life to rate, I am
Given to the by fate, I am
The one who did escape, I am
A voice for the in the dark, I am
The one who his heart, I am
From a family apart, I am
A target for dart, I am
again from the whips, I am
to the gun and click, I am
A soul that run from shit, I am
to the g.o.a.t.s. of sin, I am
Met a and he said, I am
In the in red, I am
Dead cause the Ouija said, I-A-M

Growin' up in the
No more, tales, and so
No place like hell, no place home
Growin' up in the
and white, in a frame
There we are, safe and
guns, no aim, yea!
up in the gutter!