Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

I how it feel to wake up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But don't know about your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink Tanqueray; so you can
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's
G-E-D, wasn't B-I-G
I had to get P-A-I-D, why my moms hate me
She was forced to me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
up my tools for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and flower
for chumps tryin to stop my
And what don't know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You better have gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have your gat in cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to fatal
of actions be played back
in the of mashin'
No fairy tales for young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions while on backstabbin' vultures
my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why tears? Save your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my in the cemetary
Here's a to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you then you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we on
Livin' in the projects, broke with no on
To all the seeds that me
protect essence
with less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
cops on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

I had the master
I'm in the caravan on my way to
with my man Two-Tecs to take this projects
call him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And he start to bust he like to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what was spread
Last I I was dead

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

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