Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the that they gave me
God, I wonder 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 life of a G, I
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing like the street
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, ain't no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my wit my mind on the money
That I'm as soon as I touch the street
done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it no thing 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 I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young could a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for bread

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

Something for the OG's to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack
And learning just enough to keep sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven young G's put serve down
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 back at the
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we to think it's right
So make all them you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So no need for your mama to trip
'Cause a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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