Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you 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 of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the street
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my on the money
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done 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 little homies from the wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his pockets and then I 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 what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little for they bread

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack
And learning just enough to keep your right
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they down
In a ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about 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 at the pound
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So make all them you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking grip

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