Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2
Murder was the case 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
Ese's way deep, two in they chest
run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, ain't no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

Lil' boy
in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you 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 making as soon as I touch the
Things done changed on side
Remember they used to thump but now blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what ya to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young could a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for bread

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

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

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