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 case they gave me
God, I wonder can you save me
I'm 18, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting
But that's the life of a G, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them
Getting a rep as a hog
It nothing like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

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

Now, I'm a dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my feet wit my on the money
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what ya to do
know we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my
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 homies for bread

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

Something for the OG's to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And just enough to keep your sack right
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, east side what they now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent 4 in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So all them ends 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, your grip

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