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 that they me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm 18, so I'm a young buck
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, shanked two in chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I touch the
Things done changed on 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 little from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
I'm grab his pockets and I heard six caps
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young could 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 ghetto
What'cha gonna do you grow up
And have to responsibility

Something for the OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
every single 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 sack
Late nights, I 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 what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to it's right
So make all ends you can make
'Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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