Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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doggy dogg:

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

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

Dr.

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

Snoop doggy

for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts our made
Now you but I'm played
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
for my homie
No in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve
In a g ride, where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's goin' on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I four years in the county
With nothin' but convicts me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think it's wrong but we to think it's right
So all them 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, your grip

Lil' boy

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

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