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    Текст песни Benzino - Ghetto Child

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    ft. Bobby Brown, Mr. Gzus

    [Intro: Bobby Brown]
    Yo, this is B Brown
    We gon lay ya back on this Benzino track, right
    Two times

    [Chorus 2x: Female] (Bobby Brown)
    Eye for an eye (Ghetto, ghetto)
    Strong will survive (Yeah, yeah)
    Everyday struggle to stay alive
    Look deep inside (My ghetto child)
    Bet cha wanna ride
    Ghetto child gon learn to fly (Ghetto child)

    [Bobby Brown]
    Now being born in the ghetto, it's hard, believe me
    Not just a job, anything ain't easy
    You go through rough times, you go through hard times
    And times even tougher than that
    But what I got is a mans best friend
    I know I'll fail staying in a house that your bed shield
    Brothers'll stick you up and in it they'll take pride
    Only bulletproof is if you don't need outside
    It's a living hell, you got to be the guy
    Cause if not, you get popped, ya be another victim of homicide
    Peer pressure pounds and if you ain't stressful
    You got to be live-full
    Black to feed the back
    Never second guess a professor
    Your not see-through, your not even equal
    But that's the price you pay being born in the ghetto [*in the ghetto* echoes]

    [Chorus 2x]

    [Mr. Gzus]
    Let me explain to you, un-hunh, some game is the truth
    Mainly I speak to the youth
    I used to hustle drugs with a crew
    I was young and green and hungry, what's a nigga to do?
    We used to smoke weed on the roof and let the ions loose
    While shorty saw us off the ninety proof
    Lost to the streets
    Loved to rhyme so throw me a beat and flow would make the joint complete
    At the same time I gots ta eat
    Took a stands, stole a seat jumped in the game to compete
    Unaware of the heat, there's was def from cheek to cheek
    No sleep for two weeks stated all kinds of beef
    Been through hell and back before I was grown
    No pops to teach me to how spread my wings and fly, I did that on my own
    Made it this far and I'ma keep goin
    Y'all ain't knowin, I'm still here and keep growin, from a ghetto child

    [Chorus 2x]

    [Bobby Brown]
    It ain't nothing about hits
    It's about these grits
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
    Born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the...
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto
    Being born in the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
    Don't make it up, don't make it up

    [Chorus 2x]
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