Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I know how it feel to wake up up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you like youse the
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they don't know about stress-filled day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
Cause G-E-D, B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty South
Packed up my for my raw power move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps tryin to my flow
And what they know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can like the Man
You better your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our be close captioned
to fatal attractions
Pictures of actions be back
in the midst of
No fairy tales for young black male
Some see me stranded in land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin'
my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, to breathe
If you believe then you can
Just at me
Against all odds, life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the that follow me
your essence
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun every night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the plan
I'm in the on my way to Maryland
with my man Two-Tecs to take this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the life your
in the (ghetto) oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto)
Thats the life ur
in the (ghetto)oh
in the (ghetto) or
in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

(talking) It's a thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a strong
yo i kno him we two individual we waged a coastal
but even tho we were going thru our drama i would
never wish death on nobody cuz aint no comin bac