Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to up fucked up
broke as hell, another rock to sell
People look at you youse the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad buddha
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 livin so devilish, ssshit
I I was just like you
blunts with my crew, flippin over 62's
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 me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks went for twenty down
Packed up my tools for my raw move
nineteen for casket and flower moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they don't know show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment and he wasn't tryin to 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 your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta have gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin

Our lifestyles be close
to fatal attractions
Pictures of be played back
in the midst of
No tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and sales
Hustlin' and heart be a culture or the
repercutions while bustin' on vultures
Sellin' my soul for wishes, fast cars and bitches
I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears? your sympathy
My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the
a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe
If you believe you can achieve
look at me
Against all odds, though life is hard we on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the seeds follow me
protect essence
with less, but you still precious

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun every 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)
Selling and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day bleed in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

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

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we
Cause thats the when 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 saying cuz pac is a strong
yo i kno him we two individual people we a coastal
beef but even tho we were thru our drama i would
never wish on nobody cuz there aint no comin bac