Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2
Murder was the case they gave me
God, I wonder 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
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the life
be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto
What'cha 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
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on side
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what they 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 bigger you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his pockets and then I six caps
I to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they

Lil' 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, our made, now you want to run and play
Like every day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you right
And learning just enough to keep your right
Late nights, I what they 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 thinking what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent 4 years in the county wit but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can
'Cause when broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
'Cause a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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