Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

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

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things changed on this side
they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his pockets and then I six caps
I to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what)
For to jack them little homies for they bread

Lil' boy
Playing in the streets
gonna do when you grow up
And have to face

Something for the real to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
Like single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enough to keep your right
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, they hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side they swerve now
Not about what's really going on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
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 broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking grip

ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto
What'cha gonna do when you up
And to face responsibility