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

Lil' boy
Playing in the ghetto
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 up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I the street
done changed on this side
Remember they used to 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 the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit on my hands
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them homies for they bread

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you want to run and
Like every 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 your sack right
Late nights, I what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
Seven young G's put serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what they now
Not thinking what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent 4 in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them you can make
'Cause when 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 ghetto
gonna do when you grow up
And have to responsibility