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 with my homie lil' 1/2
was the case that they gave me
Dear god, I wonder can you me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin'
But the life of g, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the
Best run cause brothers is quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't nothin' like the life
You better be strapped your shank
ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my

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

Dr.

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

Snoop dogg:

Somethin' for the o.g.'s to get with
facts made our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
for my homie
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, they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve
In a g ride, eastside's they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four in the county
nothin' but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
So all them ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, 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 life of a g, I
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