Luyện nghe bài hát Ghetto Serenade

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

There was this girlie that I wanted to get
Who gave me no play, because I wasn't rollin'
She I was too ghetto and that a brother from the ghetto
Couldn't give her nothin' but hard times and

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

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

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

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

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

She said her parents wouldn't approve of the way I looked, see
And you got nothin' to give me
You get laid? You gotta keep me paid
That's when she lost me, man, 'cause I ain't payin' for the

And even I'm feelin' bad
I feel like this, I miss what I never had
So I gave it a last shot and right I walked away
I hit her with the serenade

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

A few years later, now my dues are up
I got a record out, now I'm rollin' in big
Flyin' all around the world, meetin' many
Everywhere that I go and rap videos

And signin' the other day
I looked up and who was comin' my way?
The same old girl who never me no rhythm
But this time standin' in the of five children

She done got fat, and now she's lookin' the cookie monster to me
Walkin' around with the saggy
And that drag about how I done matured so much
And why I haven't in touch?

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

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

Hey Dub, man, up, man?
You done got these braids off your
Got rid of those khaki
Man, you have matured, man

How about your telephone number?
What's up with that,
Just 'cause I wasn't you no rhythm
wasn't my fault, man, lookin' so good, man