Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

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

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
That I'm as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to thump but now blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what call a loced-assed O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his pockets and I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit on my hands
I didn't
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 homies for they

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

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

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