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 buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But that's the of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, two in they chest
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm a dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my wit my mind on the money
That I'm as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on this
Remember used to thump but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger 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 to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young could 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 gonna do when you up
And have to face

Something for the OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamia, gaming them for my homie
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 hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what swerve now
Not thinking about really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts me
But now I'm at the pound
And we ways for the youth to survive
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 ain't no for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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