Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

Back in the days I was tryin' to come up in the rap game
Livin' like a [unverified], bustlin' spare
Drivin' a bucket, livin' in a
Tryin' to make the out of what I had, usin' a pen and pad

There was this that I wanted to get with
Who never me no play, because I wasn't rollin'
She said I was too ghetto and that a brother the ghetto
Couldn't her nothin' but hard times and trouble

But bein' I was and dumb
And just thinkin' the putang, had me sprung
I used to play myself late at night over her house, drinkin 40s
Standin' on the front porch singin'

And even though her used to run me away
I to creep around the side and hit the back gate
Tappin' on her window, givin' her the serenade
And it this way

You've got somethin' that keeps my head in a
You've got somethin' that me wanna give in
You've got that turns my head all around
You've got somethin' that takes me all

I to ask her all the time, "Yo, why do you play me?"
It shouldn't matter that I didn't drive a
She said that I was probably only for makin' babies
And my physical appearance me look crazy

She that, "You look like you bang, or maybe even slang
And if you wanna be with me, you rearrange"
But I wasn't 'bout to get a flattop or go in a
And come in a new BMW

She said her parents approve of the way that I looked, see
And plus you got nothin' to me
You wanna get You gotta keep me paid
That's when she lost me, man, 'cause I ain't payin' for the

And even I'm feelin' bad
I feel like this, I can't miss what I had
So I gave it a last shot and before I walked away
I hit her with the ghetto

You've got somethin' keeps my head in a spin
You've got somethin' that makes me give in
got somethin' that turns my head all around
You've got somethin' that takes me all

A few years later, now my are paid up
I got a record out, now I'm in big bucks
all around the world, meetin' many girls
Everywhere that I go and rap videos

And signin' autographs the day
I looked up and guess who was my way?
The same old who never gave me no rhythm
But this time standin' in the of five children

She done got fat, and now she's like the cookie monster to me
Walkin' around the saggy booty
And runnin' that drag about how I matured so much
And why I kept in touch?

I started in her face, 'cause to me it was funny
Now she wanted me for my
So I turned my back to her and I away
Leavin' her singin' the serenade
And here's she had to say

You've got somethin' keeps my head in a spin
You've got somethin' that makes me give in
You've got somethin' that my head all around
got somethin' that takes me all down

Hey Dub, man, up, man?
You done got these off your head
Got rid of those khaki
Man, you have matured, man

How about gettin' your telephone
What's up that, man?
Just I wasn't givin' you no rhythm
wasn't my fault, man, lookin' so good, man