Luyện nghe bài hát The Ghetto

Talking bout the funky funky ghetto
to survive, trying to stay alive

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Even though the streets are bumpy, burned out
Dope fiends die with a in their mouths
Old buddies not doing it right
Every day the same
And it's the same every
I shoot you bro but I'd shoot that fool
If he me close and tried to test my cool
day I wonder just how I'll die
Only thing I know is how to
only one rule in the real world
And that's to care of you, only you and yours
Keep dealing with the hard day after day
Might deal me some dope but then don't pay
Black man to break into my house again
Thought he got off early doing in the pen
Even though my brothers do me like that
I get a lot of so I'm giving it back to the

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So just the game and don't call it crap
'Cause to me, is one hard rap
Even though my smoked crack cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't changed
600 on a footbal team
And her dies just like a dope fiend
The story I tell is so
Five in the house and no food to eat
Don't at me and don't ask me why
Mama's door getting high
Even though got five mouths to feed
She's rather her money on a h-i-t
I always the truth about things like this
I wonder if the overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the force send some help
Waiting on him I'd better myself
authority and the O.P.D
All these guns to handle me in the

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though they put us down and call us animals
We make big banks and buy brand new clothes
Drive fancy cars, love to stars
Never really just who we are
We use alias names like too
Sell you stuff you might for
Young kids up and that's all they know
teach him in school now he's slangin dope
Only he knows is how to survive
But will he kill another brother he dies?
In the ghetto, you keep one eye
All day long, hoping and hoping
You can pay your bills and not drink too
Then the problems of you'll be throwing up
me, but you don't see
Ten years from now, where you be?

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So much game in a too rap
Blacks can't be white and whites can't be
Why you act like someone else?
All you do is just be yourself
We're all the same underneath
dog's in the house you'd better listen to me
Never be ashamed of you are
to be black stand tall at heart
Even though some people give you no
Be intelligent, when you put em in
Cause when you're ignorant, you get treated way
And they throw you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't listen it's not my
I'll be getting paid while be paying the cost
in the jailhouse running your mouth
While me and my try to get out

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