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 that they gave me
God, I wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
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 they
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing the street 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
Playing in the ghetto
What'cha do when you grow up
And to face responsibility

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my wit my mind on the money
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things changed on this side
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what 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 than you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my
I didn't
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to them little homies for they bread

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

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

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