Luyện nghe bài hát Once Upon a Time N' The Ghetto

You how the fuck we do it
It's thug
Y'all me?
C'mon,

Hey...
Once upon a in the ghetto you're stuck
In the you're fucked
Ah - your luck
I said once upon a in the ghetto
through
Once upon a in the ghetto
It's you

it out

(verse 1)
My life has been like gun blast night
Stop the car, down with a flashlight
"where's the gun? where's the "
The drive-by last week they try to pin, no hope
Wishin' I wasn't the victim, yet the suspect
Waitin to run a check
"what set you from? side of town?
Nigga like you be ready to get down"
Hold up now, cause I to speak my mind
I question the place of the ride and time
"speak your mind one time, you're through"
found a bullet that I stashed in my shoe
Fuck, now they tear up the car
Try to lock me in a cell that's as as a jar
But that's the way it's goin' down, the gang told
Tomorrow might be the episode

Chorus...

Once upon a n' the ghetto you're through
Once upon a time n' the ghetto I'm you
Once upon a n' the ghetto you're stuck
In the you're fucked
Ah - press luck
I said...

(verse 2)
Y'all can follow me, see how gangstas
Real killas the strap and don't talk
Set trip, at night, we stalk
Yellow tape, bodies outlined in the
I keeps my close
Last night seen a straight turn to ghost
My position is to through round-the-clock
Keeps on the one times down the block
You the click with the bang-bang, then you stop
Try to run, but the burn makes you drop
My and criminals through hard time
I for y'all niggas, pop goes my nine
I do the crime, the point is
Look around the clockwork, it ain't to find
Any block, ward or burrough, you know I speak
Your clients all cross the street if yo' is weak

Chorus...

(verse 3)
Y'all fools come up short on the work and try to us
niggas, cold-ass world, catch the heaters
Burn you niggas, you can't beat us
Another life lost, you never defeat us
Gun smoke's the I predict
down, never that, nickel slick
Try to cheat a for dollars, "holla holla"
Is the sound that you make for cuttin' off the
Fake niggas, I hate yo' face,
Seal your fate, no on the triggers
Ditches for the I dump I dig bigger
Puttin mo' to ya than dirk diggler
Static cling, bust straps, you ears
Funeral day, the sad songs to
shoulda known by now it's mines
Step now or charriots swing

Chorus...

one time, check it out
Hoo-bangin' two times, it out
one time, nigga
Compton two times,