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 that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
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, two in they chest
run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fight
So I guess I gots to mine
I did the crime, I gots 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 as I touch the street
Things changed on this side
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it ain't no to me
now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the 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
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I that's what I get (for what)
For trying to them little homies for they bread

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

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

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