Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But the life of a G, I guess
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

Lil' boy
Playing in the streets
gonna 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 feet wit my mind on the
That I'm making as as I touch the street
Things done changed on side
Remember they used to thump but now blast, right
But it no thing 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 I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
sitting behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground wit blood on my
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 trying to them little homies for they bread

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

Something for the OG's to get wit
facts, made our made, now you want to run and play
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my
No need to be uncalm if you pack
And learning just enough to keep your sack
Late nights, I wonder they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent 4 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 but we tend 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 mama to
'Cause a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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