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 are bumpy, lights burned out
Dope fiends die with a in their mouths
Old school buddies not it right
Every day it's the
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
Every day I wonder how I'll die
thing I know is how to survive
There's only one rule in the real
And that's to take care of you, only you and
Keep dealing with the times day after day
Might deal me some but then crime don't pay
Black man tried to break into my house
Thought he got off early doing in the pen
Even though my do me just like that
I get a lot of so I'm giving it back to the

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So just peep the game and call it crap
'Cause to me, is one hard rap
Even though my sister smoked cocaine
She was nine months pregnant, ain't nothing
600 Million on a footbal
And her baby dies just like a fiend
The I tell is so incomplete
Five kids in the and no food to eat
look at me and don't ask me why
Mama's next getting high
Even though she's got five to feed
She's rather spend her money on a
I tell the truth about things like this
I wonder if the overlooked that list
Instead of adding to the task force send help
Waiting on him I'd better help
authority and the O.P.D
All these guns to handle me in the

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

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So much game in a too rap
Blacks can't be white and can't be black
Why you act like someone else?
All you gotta do is be yourself
We're all the color underneath
Short dog's in the you'd better listen to me
be ashamed of what you are
Proud to be black stand tall at
though some people give you no respect
Be intelligent, when you put em in
when you're ignorant, you get treated that way
And when they you in jail you got nothing to say
So if you don't it's not my fault
I'll be getting paid you'll be paying the cost
Sitting in the jailhouse your mouth
While me and my try to get out

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