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 case that gave me
God, I wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my wit my mind on the money
That I'm as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on this
they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
now I'm what they call 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 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 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 they

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

Something for the OG's to get wit
facts, made our made, now you want to run and play
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, them for my homie
No need to be if you pack right
And just enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
young G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, side what they swerve now
Not about what's 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 for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So make all them you can make
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
'Cause you's a ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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