Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
People look at you like the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
But they don't know your stress-filled day
Baby on the way mad to pay
That's why you drink so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
Smokin blunts with my crew, over 62's
Cause G-E-D, wasn't
I had to get P-A-I-D, that's why my moms me
She was forced to kick me out, no
Then I figured out licks went for twenty South
Packed up my tools for my raw move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And they don't know will show on the autopsy
to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for consignment and he wasn't tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's I'm due in court
for an assault, I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can the Gingerbread Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have your gat in hand man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

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

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Gun shots every in the (ghetto)
Crooked on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got kids to in the (ghetto)
Selling coke and in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody 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 over this projects
They call him Two-Tecs, he tote two
And when he start to bust he to ask, Who's next?
At last, I'm loungin black
Sittin back, countin double digit thousand
See who got smoked, what was spread
I heard 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 funny thing i kinda realized how 2pac
and i was u kno what i'm cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two individual people we a coastal
beef but even tho we were going our drama i would
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac