Luyện nghe bài hát Lil’ Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they 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 getting
But that's the life of a G, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them
a rep as a young hog
It nothing like the street life
Betta be wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

Lil' boy
Playing in the streets
What'cha gonna do when you up
And to face 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
Things done on this side
Remember used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young could a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for bread

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
Like single day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you right
And learning enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder they getting fo'
Early on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, east side what swerve now
Not thinking what's really going on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
So make all them you can make
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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