Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

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

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our be close captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of be played back
in the midst of
No tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in land of hell, jail, and crack sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and
I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My childhood years spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you believe then you can
Just at me
all odds, though life is hard we carry on
Livin' in the projects, with no lights on
To all the seeds follow me
protect your
Born less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on in the (ghetto)
day is a fight in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got to feed in the (ghetto)
Selling coke and in the (ghetto)
Every day bleed 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 over this projects
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm literally loungin
Sittin back, countin double thousand stacks
See who got smoked, rumors was spread
I heard I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Cause the life 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 thing i kinda realized how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm saying cuz pac is a dude
yo i kno him we two people we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we going thru our drama i would
never death on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac