Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop doggy

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that gave me
Dear god, I wonder can you me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin'
But that's the life of g, I
way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, goes another nigga
off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the life
You better be strapped your shank
ain't no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

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

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my on the money
That I be soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on side
Remember used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it no thang 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 with cause I'm down to set
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a
sittin' behind his back
I his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I used to be the way back
I guess that's what I get (for )
For to jack the little homies for they grip

Snoop dogg:

for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts made our
Now you but I'm played
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And learnin' just enough to keep your tight
Late nights, I what they get in for?
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 what's really on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent four years in the
With but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
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 hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' grip

Lil' boy

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