Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But that's the of a G, I guess
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It nothing like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fight
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

Lil' boy
in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do you grow up
And have to face

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
That I'm as soon as I touch the street
done changed on this side
Remember they to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the wit grip
Are the ones I get with I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little for they bread

ghetto boy
Playing in the streets
gonna do when you grow up
And have to responsibility

Something for the real to get wit
facts, made our made, now you want to run and play
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my
No need to be uncalm if you pack
And learning just enough to keep your right
Late nights, I what they getting fo'
Early on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they down
In a jeep ride, east side they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
So make all them you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

Lil' boy
in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do you grow up
And to face responsibility