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
God, I wonder 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 life of a G, I
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It nothing like 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 ta do my time

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

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
Remember they used to thump but now blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm they call a loced-assed O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get 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 behind his
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they

Lil' boy
in the ghetto 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
Like single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, east side what swerve now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So all them ends you can make
'Cause when 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
in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you up
And have to face