Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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doggy dogg:

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man with 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 don't scrap, I'm gettin'
But that's the life of g, I
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin'
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' rep as a young hog
It nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with shank
Cause ain't no fist
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 gets shot in the
You get stuck in the ghetto
ghetto boy

Dr.

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

Snoop dogg:

Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get
facts made our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And learnin' just enough to keep sack tight
nights, I wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they for?
Seven young g's put serve down
In a g ride, where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four in the county
nothin' but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to it's right
So make all them you can make
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' boy

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