Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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

ghetto boy
Playing in the streets
gonna do when you grow up
And to face responsibility

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I touch the
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight 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 so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to them little homies for they bread

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

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 know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming for my homie
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enough to keep your right
Late nights, I wonder what getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, east what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some it's wrong 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 mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your

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