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
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the 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, throwing them
a rep as a young hog
It nothing like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as as I touch the street
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to thump but now blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and I heard six caps
I to the ground wit blood on my hands
I understand
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 jack them homies for they bread

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

Something for the OG's to get wit
facts, made 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 need to be uncalm if you right
And learning just to keep your sack right
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
Seven young G's put they down
In a ride, east side what they swerve now
Not about what's really going on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to it's right
So make all them you can make
'Cause when broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for mama to trip
'Cause a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

ghetto boy
Playing in the streets
gonna do when you grow up
And have to face