Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my Lil 1/2 Dead
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting
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, down goes another
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing the street life
be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't 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
What'cha do when you grow up
And to face responsibility

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as as I touch the street
Things done changed on side
they used to thump but now they 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 I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what ya to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what)
For to jack them little homies for they bread

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

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

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