Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

I know how it feel to wake up up
Pockets broke as hell, rock to sell
People look at you like the user
Selling drugs to all the losers, mad abuser
But they don't know about your day
on the way mad bills to pay
That's why you Tanqueray; so you can reminisce
and wish, you wasn't livin so devilish,
I remember I was just 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 hate me
She was to kick me out, no doubt
Then I figured out licks for twenty down South
Packed up my for my raw power move
Glock nineteen for casket and moves
for chumps to stop my flow
And what they know will show on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a
Asked for some consignment and he tryin to hear it
Smoking mad Newport's cause I'm due in
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New
Catch me if you can like the Man
You have your gat in hand, cause man
( you betta your gat in hand cause man )

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we

Our lifestyles be captioned
addicted to fatal
Pictures of actions be back
in the of mashin'
No tales for this young black male
Some see me stranded in land of hell, jail, and crack sales
and heart be a nigga culture or the
repercutions bustin' on backstabbin' vultures
Sellin' my soul for wishes, fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in
Why shed tears? Save your
My childhood years were spent buryin' my in the cemetary
Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to
If you believe then you can
look at me
Against all odds, though life is we carry on
Livin' in the projects, broke no lights on
To all the seeds follow me
protect essence
Born with less, but you still

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Gun shots every in the (ghetto)
cops on sight in the (ghetto)
Every day is a in the (ghetto)
(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)
Got kids to in the (ghetto)
coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Every day somebody 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
They him Two-Tecs, he tote two tecs
And when he start to bust he like to ask, Who's
At last, I'm literally loungin
back, countin double digit thousand stacks
See who got smoked, what rumors was
Last I I was dead

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, we livin
Cause thats the life when
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 funny thing i kinda how powerful 2pac
and i was u kno i'm saying cuz pac is a strong dude
yo i kno him we two people we waged a coastal
beef but even tho we were going thru our i would
never wish death on cuz there aint no comin bac