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 that gave me
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting
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, down another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the life
Betta be wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm a dove, sitting on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my on the money
That I'm making as as I touch the street
Things done on this side
they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what 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 than you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little for they bread

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

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

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