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
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm 18, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm getting stuck
But the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, 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 strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fight
So I guess I to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots 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, sitting on
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
That I'm as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on side
Remember they to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies the hood wit grip
Are the I get with cause 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 grab his pockets and I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my
I didn't
How a nigga so young could a cap
I use to be the same way
I that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
every 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 sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they fo'
Early morning on the corners, they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, east side what swerve now
Not thinking what's really going on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
So make all them you can make
'Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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