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 only 18, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting
But that's the of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes nigga
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing like the street
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I the street
done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump but now blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young could a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack little homies for they bread

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

Something for the real to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
every 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 keep your right
Late nights, I what they getting fo'
Early on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about really going on
Got crept on, 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 expose ways for the youth to
think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them 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 hustling ass youngsta, clocking grip

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