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
Tryin' to the best out of what I had, usin' a pen and pad

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

But I was young and dumb
And just thinkin' the putang, had me sprung
I to play myself late at night goin' over her house, drinkin 40s
Standin' on the porch singin' oldies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And autographs the other day
I up and guess who was comin' my way?
The old girl who never gave me no rhythm
But this time in the middle of five children

She done got fat, and now she's like the cookie monster to me
Walkin' around with the booty
And runnin' that about how I done matured so much
And why I haven't kept in

I started in her face, 'cause to me it was funny
Now she wanted me for my
So I turned my back to her and I away
Leavin' her singin' the ghetto
And what she had to say

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

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

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