Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2
Murder was the case they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm getting stuck
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
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing the street life
Betta be wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things changed on this side
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it ain't no to me
now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack little homies for they bread

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

Something for the OG's to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
Like every single day, doe
You me, I'm the smooth 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, they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, east side they swerve now
Not about what's really going 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 wrong but we tend to it's right
So make all them 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 gonna do you grow up
And have to face