Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Life

[Man
Ok, we got the Birdman in the (the birdman)
We got Killa in the (yeah)
We got Young in the building (Weezy)

[Verse 1: Wayne]
Nigga it's, B-M, J-R, baby
Tryna see him, naw, he need to eighty (shut yo chips up)
And, I speakin G's, I'm talkin M
And I'm walkin a pimp in (piiiiiimp) them all street tims
Man shorty got more than a Boston Gems
Green (?) , they cost in rims
Wayne appear, nigga put a in ya ear
Let ya a fuckin boss up in here
How much it for this here?
How it cost for this year?
'cause Me and Stunna to buy it
Put yo down, Cash Money off the diet
I pass in a on triot, that's traze
But those who was in the days when the was on that pay
I'm raise in the cajun cage, with a bit of grace
And prone to coke at a amazing pace
Man my daddy super Dave, let's it
Real not have me, B win it, I'm a champ

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
in the ghetto me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
(Somebody me what's crackin before)
I'm a ghetto life, any second I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you to be watchin me
Ghetto, ghetto, Life

2: Baby]
Aye, aye, holla at me T-Keez, T-Keezy, Birdman,
See I ride in them shake (34's) when I'm these hoes (beyotch!)
just that, (TQ:Sunshine City!) when I'm smokin that dro
When it comes to ice, real livin his life
Get moeny, pimpin hoes, with these type
Nigga the background, I got O.G. stripe
a hoodrich nigga flippin birds on a bike
Not survive in this world guns, pahs, and knifes
Pour out, a liquor, mami lost her life
All my in the penitentiary holdin that life
See I'm for my niggas with this chromed out pipes
This swish interry foreign german (beyotch)
And I keep this big toolie protect my ice (holla at me nigga)
I act, a damn fool, when I'm of that white (absolute beyotch)
But it's the Birdman daddy with these ghe-tto
Ghe-tto hood (Uptown), pipe (9 Millimeter)
Ghe-tto walk (yeah), With my life (Beyotch)

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the ghetto me, in the streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto life, any second I can blow uuuuuup
For ghetto me, and you best to be meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, I'm a Life

[Verse 3:
Uh-huh, Diplomats, man
Ayyo the duck just born, I need seven leaders
C-Five, Fo'-Fum, and a Seven-Fo' (what else)
Act up though I let the Fo' leave ya (leave ya)
Dice game, crack, Six-Fo' fever (fever)
When I'm in L.A., I got fever (fever)
Fever for the flava of a six-foot (let 'em know)
I the po to feave her, I'm a bouty crook
Out to juuust, not a (?) know how to cook
With the stocks, cook up the rocks
Seventh Delenix is hot, I done up the block
glocks to ya block, out done cook up yo sspotss
That's how coke for that cook up his watch (what though?)
I'm one of those, that will up to Pac (why?)
when I get pulled over, cook up the cops (damn, follow what)
All say is, look at his drop (what else?)
Hand on my liscence, at his watch (fuck em)
But, thug shit dogg, we down Baby (baby)
We through clownin baby (baby)
And if we, surrounded babies, the kids to the wall
Then shoot all around the baby, Killa!

TQ]
In the ghetto life, I'm a boooooy (ghetto booooooy)
Livin in the me, in the ghe-tto streeeeeets
I'm a ghetto life, any second dogg I can uuuuuup
For me, and you best to be watchin meeeee
Ghetto, ghetto, In a Ghetto

[Cam'Ron
nothin man, Killa!
Diplomats, Cash
Baby, holla!
Jim Jones, Santana, what's good,
(brrrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrr!)

[Man

Fly, to hood you
Then they got 'em (whoo!)
(Yeah, ya know, ya know)
Get that out one more time
(brrrrrrrr-brrrrrrrrr!) 3x
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