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
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm 18, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes nigga
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, 'cause no fist fight
So I guess I gots to mine
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

Lil' boy
Playing in the ghetto
gonna do when you grow up
And have to face

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
That I'm making as soon as I touch the
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get 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 behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
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 to jack them little homies for they bread

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

Something for the OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
Like single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, them for my homie
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning enough to keep your sack right
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, they hitting 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 on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to it's right
So make all them you can make
'Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
'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