Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop doggy

up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell my homie lil' 1/2 dead
was the case that they gave me
Dear god, I can you save me?
I'm eighteen, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the
Best run cause brothers is droppin'
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, them dogs
that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the life
You better be strapped your shank
Cause ain't no fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run in the ghetto
We gets high in the
We gets shot in the
You might get stuck in the
Lil' boy

Dr.

Now I'm the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my on the money
I be makin' soon as I touch them streets
Things changed on this side
they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no to me
now I'm what they call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the hood with
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatcha do?
Didn't he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his
I grabbed his pockets and then I six caps
I fell to the ground with on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I used to be the way back
I guess that's what I get (for )
For tryin' to jack the little for they grip

Snoop dogg:

Somethin' for the o.g.'s to get with
Some made our made
Now you but I'm played
every single day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you right
And learnin' just enough to keep your tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in
Early mornin' on the corners, what hittin' for?
young g's put they serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where they now
Not thinkin' about really goin' on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I four years in the county
With but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
So make all ends you can make
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' boy

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