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 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 of a G, I guess
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing like the street
be strapped 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 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 touch the
Things 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 homies from the hood 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
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
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 guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to them little homies for they bread

ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto
gonna do when you grow up
And to face responsibility

Something for the OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you want to run and
Like single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, them for my homie
No need to be if you pack right
And learning just enough to keep your right
Late nights, I wonder what getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side they swerve now
Not about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all ends you can make
'Cause when broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking grip

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