Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto

1

long nails, pack of
dutches and a bag of
that's all a bitch you need
you the f**king ghetto
that Reggie that you push
don't be burning like that
you gone need Reggie bush
f**king the ghetto
filling up my cup
run outs we don't a f**k
new folk get me so up
coming the ghetto
so it when you in tha south
and watch what you say out your
and watch yo step cuz slippers
you in the ghetto
wife beater, nigga
in with some bigger rims
flip a key and hit the
and go an get some bigger
tha is in the building man
I'll get you in your man
some s**t outside your house
with tha size of ceiling fans
I'm the pride of King
I'm stomping through the
I can make it clap clap, it like a bongo
cat got your
you tell that pussy let you go
wouldn't of did this s**t here
so gutter but the so

ghetto, country, hood,
put your hands up if you that s**t
ghetto, ya know of busse
twelve inch yaki, big round

way to hello, say I'm
fly with the
tell em that it is it is
I make it do it do
and i where i live
and my people it too, cuz we ghetto

2

you in the in the projects
lights in yo mama's
you hustle yo celly
and that's the time yo number changed
transport airbrush, outside on
Valentino huggers
high heel on
my done, nails too
all on the porch
you cooking in Vicki's ass
out yo boy shorts
camouflage
and diamonds on her
silhouettes, cuz wet is just so fu**ing ghetto
dope game, man
bonds money, man
that's how you spend man
when you in the
if you make money easy
and yo is off tha heezy
and yo favorite Jeezy
you are ghetto
hundred jeans on
price tag
but tha kiss yo ass
so you where f**ka's sagging
cd of the newest
and Nike's be tha of choice
candy paint,
boosters, hoes, and licka
(ghetto, so ghetto)

(1X)

3

tomboys, hot
hammer in your lap
got laying in your bed
and robbers laying in your
dubs on the wheela
TV's in the
and hundred dolla
cuz he was tricking tha head best
eight with chase
eviction getting served
support, hood homes
advance on the f**king
bootleg
Rico had kid
tax checks
you claiming other kids
more hard gold teeth, tattoos
you serving out tha room
oh now you it bedrock
lace front, long
looking for a trap
now every nigga in the
he thinkin he a rap
fully automatic
out a a dummy brick
now him role and watch him stick
you in the ghetto
pills, dro, kid,
and you don't wanna know
weed bags, corner
it's so muthaf**in

(1X)