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 that 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
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my on the money
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 ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm they call a loced-assed O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I didn't
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 jack little homies for they bread

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
Like every day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enough to your sack right
Late nights, I what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, east side what 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 at the pound
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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