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 wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But that's the life of a G, I
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing like the street
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, ain't no fist fight
So I guess I 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 have to face

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
That I'm making as soon as I touch the
Things done changed on side
Remember they to thump but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm 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 than you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack them homies for they bread

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

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

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