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 18, so I'm a young buck
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
Bests run 'cause is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
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, 'cause ain't no fight
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 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 changed on side
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what they a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I to the ground wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they

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

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

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