Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop dogg:

up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man with my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case they gave me
Dear god, I wonder can you me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a buck
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 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 like the street life
You better be strapped with your
ain't no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my

We run in the ghetto
We high in the ghetto
We gets 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 feet my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch streets
Things done on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now blast, right?
But it no thang to me
now I'm what they call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the with grip
Are the ones I get with I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so whatcha wanna do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight behind his back
I grabbed his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground blood on my hands
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I to be the same way back
I guess that's what I get (for )
For tryin' to jack the homies for they grip

Snoop dogg:

Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get
Some facts made our
Now you runnin' but I'm
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' enough to keep your sack tight
nights, I wonder what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve
In a g ride, eastside's where swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I four years in the county
nothin' but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
So make all them you can make
Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, your grip

Lil' boy

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