Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist
So I I gots to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as as I touch the street
Things done on this side
Remember they 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 down to
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my
I understand
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I use to be the same way
I that's what I get (for what)
For trying to them little homies for they bread

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you right
And learning just enough to keep sack right
Late nights, I wonder they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
Seven young G's put 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 4 years 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 ain't no need for mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking grip

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