Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case 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 scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, ain't no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

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 to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little from the hood wit grip
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what 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 guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them homies for they bread

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

Something for the real 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 if you pack right
And learning just enough to keep your sack
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, east side what they now
Not thinking about really going on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think it's wrong but we tend to it's right
So make all them you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking grip

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