Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

Back in the days when I was tryin' to come up in the rap
Livin' like a [unverified], bustlin' change
Drivin' a bucket, in a shack
to make the best out of what I had, usin' a pen and pad

There was this girlie I wanted to get with
Who never gave me no play, because I rollin'
She said I was too ghetto and that a brother the ghetto
Couldn't give her but hard times and trouble

But bein' I was young and
And just bout the putang, had me sprung
I used to play myself late at goin' over her house, drinkin 40s
Standin' on the front porch oldies

And even her father used to run me away
I used to around the side and hit the back gate
Tappin' on her window, givin' her the serenade
And it went way

You've got somethin' that keeps my head in a
You've got that makes me wanna give in
You've got somethin' turns my head all around
got somethin' that takes me all down

I used to ask her all the time, "Yo, why do you me?"
It shouldn't matter that I didn't a Mercedes
She that I was probably only good for makin' babies
And my physical appearance me look crazy

She that, "You look like you bang, or maybe even slang
And if you wanna be with me, you rearrange"
But I wasn't 'bout to get a flattop or go in a
And come in a new BMW

She her parents wouldn't approve of the way that I looked, see
And plus you got nothin' to me
You wanna get laid? You gotta me paid
That's when she lost me, man, 'cause I ain't for the ying-yang

And though I'm feelin' bad
I like this, I can't miss what I never had
So I gave it a last shot and right before I away
I hit her the ghetto serenade

You've got somethin' that my head in a spin
You've got somethin' that makes me give in
You've got somethin' that turns my head all
You've got that takes me all down

A few years later, now my are paid up
I got a out, now I'm rollin' in big bucks
all around the world, meetin' many girls
Everywhere I go and makin' rap videos

And autographs the other day
I looked up and who was comin' my way?
The same old girl who gave me no rhythm
But this time standin' in the of five children

She got fat, and now she's lookin' like the cookie monster to me
around with the saggy booty
And that drag about how I done matured so much
And why I kept in touch?

I laughin' in her face, 'cause to me it was funny
Now she me for my money
So I my back to her and I walked away
Leavin' her singin' the ghetto
And here's she had to say

You've got somethin' that keeps my head in a
You've got somethin' that me wanna give in
You've got somethin' that turns my all around
You've got somethin' takes me all down

Hey Dub, man, what's up,
You done got braids off your head
Got rid of those khaki
Man, you have matured, man

How about gettin' your number?
up with that, man?
Just I wasn't givin' you no rhythm
wasn't my fault, man, lookin' so good, man