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 with my homie 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 buck
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, I
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
Best run brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, them dogs
Gettin' rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street
You better be strapped with shank
Cause ain't no fight
So I guess I gots to handle
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

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

Dr.

Now I'm the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my feet with my on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch them
Things done changed on side
Remember used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no to me
now I'm what they call a loced 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 than you, so whatcha wanna do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his
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 way back
I guess that's what I get (for )
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they

Snoop dogg:

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

Lil' boy

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