Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case they gave me
God, I wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

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

Now, I'm a dove, sitting on swoll
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
done changed on this side
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little from the hood wit grip
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit on my hands
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what)
For to jack them little homies for they bread

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

Something for the 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 right
And learning just enough to keep your sack
Late nights, I what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, they hitting fo'
young G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, side what they swerve now
Not about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit 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 all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, your grip

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