Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

The x8

doggy dogg:

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man with my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they me
Dear god, I wonder can you 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 of g, I guess
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' dogs
that rep as a young hog
It nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with shank
Cause no fist fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my

We run in the ghetto
We high in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
ghetto 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
That I be makin' as I touch them streets
done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast,
But it no thang to me
Cause now I'm what call a loced ass o.g.
The little from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so wanna do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground with on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so 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:

Somethin' for the o.g.'s to get with
Some made our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And learnin' just to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they for?
Seven young g's put they serve
In a g ride, where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I four years in the county
nothin' but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we ways 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 when broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
Cause a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' boy

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

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

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