Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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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 gave me
Dear god, I can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But the life of g, I guess
way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't nothin' the street life
You better be strapped with your
Cause ain't no fight
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
We shot in the ghetto
You might get in the ghetto
ghetto boy

Dr.

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

Snoop doggy

Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get
Some facts made our
Now you but I'm played
every single day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack
Late nights, I wonder what get in for?
mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they down
In a g ride, eastside's they swerve now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I four years in the county
With but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all ends you can make
when you're 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
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