Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

The x8

Snoop dogg:

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they me
god, I wonder can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, I
way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' dogs
that rep as a young hog
It ain't like the street life
You be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

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

Dr.

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

Snoop doggy

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

Lil' boy

That's the of a g, I guess
The ghetto. x3

That's the of a g
That's the of a g, I guess
The ghetto. x3

the life of a g. the ghetto
That's the life of a g, I
The