Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop dogg:

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 can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But the life of g, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the
Best run cause is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't like the street life
You better be with your shank
Cause no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

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

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my on the money
I be makin' soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this
Remember they to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it no thang to me
Cause now I'm they call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the hood grip
Are the ones I get cause 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 I heard six caps
I to the ground with blood on my hands
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess that's what I get (for )
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they

Snoop doggy

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

Lil' boy

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

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

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