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
Murder was the that they gave me
Dear god, I wonder can you me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young
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, down goes nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, them dogs
Gettin' rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the life
You better be strapped your shank
Cause no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run in the ghetto
We gets high in the
We gets in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
ghetto boy

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the
That I be makin' soon as I them streets
done changed on this 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 little from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatcha do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess that's what I get (for )
For to jack the little homies for they grip

Snoop doggy

for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some made our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
for my homie
No in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack
Late nights, I wonder what they get in
Early on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put serve down
In a g ride, eastside's they swerve now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I four years in the county
With 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 it's right
So make all them you can make
Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for mama to trip
Cause you's a ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' boy

That's the of a g, I guess
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