Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

up, jumped out my bed
Hung in a 2 man wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save 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 brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down another nigga
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't like the street life
be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done on this side
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what they a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
Didn't 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 didn't
How a so young could 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
Playing in the ghetto
gonna do when you grow up
And to face responsibility

Something for the 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 to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we to think it's right
So make all them ends you can
'Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
'Cause a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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